[Verse] There’s a little silver sleeper in the pocket of my worn-out shirt, Keeps the midnight secrets, hums the blues when it gets hurt. Every scratch and every dent’s a story you don’t wanna miss, Slippin’ through the gravel, just a sly, sly kiss. [Pre-Chorus] It don’t say a word, but it’s talkin' all the same, Whisperin’ low like it’s playin’ some old blues game. [Chorus] Harmonica’s dreamin’, tucked away so tight, In the pocket of my shirt, it’s catchin’ moonlight. Blowin’ quiet songs that only night can see, That little silver tongue’s got a secret melody. [Verse] Workday’s grindin’, hammer pounds the weary sound, But that gentle silver sleeper’s never lost or found. When the whistle blows, and the sun dips slow, Out comes that harmonica, and it starts to show— [Pre-Chorus] A slow drawl of sorrow that slides into the soul, Playin’ sweet and low, makin’ broken feel whole. [Chorus] Harmonica’s dreamin’, tucked away so tight, In the pocket of my shirt, it’s catchin’ moonlight. Blowin’ quiet songs that only night can see, That little silver tongue’s got a secret melody. [Bridge] Oh, sly grin’s playin’, under fingertips so rough, Breathin’ life to silence, with a voice so tough. It ain’t just a pocket’s friend, it’s the heart’s disguise, Every note it sings, a truth that never lies. [Chorus] Harmonica’s dreamin’, tucked away so tight, In the pocket of my shirt, it’s catchin’ moonlight. Blowin’ quiet songs that only night can see, That little silver tongue’s got a secret melody. [Outro] Sleep on, silver sleeper, till the night calls us to play, In the pocket of my work shirt, you’ll never fade away.