Lyric

The vacuum hums a quiet tune

It drowns the jazz beneath the moon

Still, my heart finds a sweet refrain

In the rhythm of the mundane

The coffee's cold, the dust takes flight

The record spins into the night

A syncopated dance of chores

With jazz behind the clamor's roar

Oh, the rhythm’s hiding in the sound

In swirling dust and grounds spun round

Even in the hum of day-to-day

The melody won't slip away

The couch collects its layer thin

With every stroke, the tune breaks in

An upright bass inside my head

Accompanies each crumb I’ve led

Spin, roll, lift, and sway

The vacuum finds its jazzy way

Underneath routine’s soft disguise

The music thrives, it never dies

Oh, the rhythm’s hiding in the sound

In swirling dust and grounds spun round

Even in the hum of day-to-day

The melody won't slip away