Drums keep clean time and the bass gives the step somewhere to land. Bright guitar puts a rim around it.

She steps on that steady motor with a plain ache. The beat does not sag for the disappointment.

That line does the damage while the band keeps its bright edge.

Listen for the lateral sway in the groove. Boots changing weight. The lyric is showing what the rhythm already built.

The room narrows. Band still warm and moving, but the picture goes solitary.

A song named inside the song. The guitar feels a little more exposed up top.

Second time through the two-step. Less discovery now. More confirmation.

Frame leaves the dance floor for the highway. Same quick pulse, longer miles.

Same glass, tighter this time. The hook has stopped explaining itself.

Opening line comes back like a loop she never left.