You stand there in the strobe-light glow,
In threads that scream and shine,
A rockstar status, head to toe,
Crossing every line.
You’ve got the look, you’ve got the grace,
The leather and the gold,
And looking at that classic face,
The greatest story’s told.
You caught my eye, you held the stage
Without a single chord,
Like turning to a brand new page
And feeling completely floored.
But now I’m waiting on the sound,
The secret in your throat,
To lift me high above the ground
With just a single note.
I’m locked into your orbit now,
Attentive and sincere,
Just waiting for the final bow
And the song I need to hear.
So let the velvet tone break through,
Finish every line—
I’m captured by the sight of you,
Waiting for the voice to shine.
