[Verse] Pages spread beneath the soft lamplight, Coffee cools beside my weary sight. Jazz hums low from the cracked radio, Notes like whispers, gentle and slow. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers trace the lines, every word, Finding meaning in the thoughts unheard. [Chorus] Driftin’ through the night, with the music smooth and light, Grading dreams in ink, under mellow city light. Let the rhythm guide, as the hours slip and slide, In this quiet room, where the world feels just right. [Verse] Names and stories fold across the page, Sketches of youth in a quiet stage. Every mark a step they take away, Jazz keeps time, and I stay. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers trace the lines, every word, Finding meaning in the thoughts unheard. [Chorus] Driftin’ through the night, with the music smooth and light, Grading dreams in ink, under mellow city light. Let the rhythm guide, as the hours slip and slide, In this quiet room, where the world feels just right. [Bridge] Saxophones breathe in the background haze, Softly weaving through the paper maze. Lost in chords that sway and flow, In this moment, time moves slow. [Chorus] Driftin’ through the night, with the music smooth and light, Grading dreams in ink, under mellow city light. Let the rhythm guide, as the hours slip and slide, In this quiet room, where the world feels just right. [Outro] Jazz and pages, peaceful and still, Wrapped in warmth, against the chill. This night’s a song I keep inside, Where the quiet and the music collide.