[Verse] Steam curls slow from the mug in the morning light, Vinyl spins like a secret I’ve known all my life. Rain taps the window, but the rhythm’s alive, Got my coat on, but the world’s still five-oh-five. [Pre-Chorus] Miles on the turntable, low and slow, I’m humming the tune like I’ve been here before. [Chorus] Oh, coffee, records, and the rain’s sweet refrain, A jazz groove in my soul, like I’m back again. From the corner booth to the street’s soft glow— This rainy morning’s my kind of show! [Verse] Blues in the bassline, the keys are all warm, Maple floor sways with a steady calm. I don’t need no parade, just this quiet scene— You and me, the city, and the radio dream. [Pre-Chorus] Miles on the turntable, low and slow, I’m humming the tune like I’ve been here before. [Chorus] Oh, coffee, records, and the rain’s sweet refrain, A jazz groove in my soul, like I’m back again. From the corner booth to the street’s soft glow— This rainy morning’s my kind of show! [Bridge] The needle drops on a melody old, A laugh, a sigh, the whole world’s just gold. No rush, no rule, no need to run— Just the low tenor, the vinyl, the sun. [Chorus] Oh, coffee, records, and the rain’s sweet refrain, A jazz groove in my soul, like I’m back again. From the corner booth to the street’s soft glow— This rainy morning’s my kind of show! [Outro] Coffee... records... rain... (soft, with a gentle fade) And the music stays…