[Verse] In the kitchen's low-lit glow, shadows move like silent jazz, Grandfather taps the rhythm slow, wooden spoon in his hands. Fingers flick and wrists bend back, a story told in stuttered beats, Syncopation’s secret track, where heart and worn-out shoes meet. [Pre-Chorus] Feel the pulse beneath the skin, a crooked cadence, dance begins, Every offbeat’s a stolen grin, holding time like it’s a friend. [Chorus] Tap the line, break the time, Let the syncopation unwind. Spin the groove, slip and slide, Old soul moves on the floor tonight. Tap the line, break the time, Echoes twist in a wooden rhyme. Feel the funk, slow and fine, Grandpa’s beat, forever mine. [Verse] Dusty floors and cracking walls, footsteps chasing shadows deep, He’s the master of the falls, teaching rhythm that won’t sleep. Every pause, every swing, a whispered lesson in disguise, From his hands, the echoes sing, beneath the smoke of parted skies. [Pre-Chorus] Lean into the crooked beat, where memory and music meet, Find the groove that’s bittersweet, and dance with ghosts beneath your feet. [Chorus] Tap the line, break the time, Let the syncopation unwind. Spin the groove, slip and slide, Old soul moves on the floor tonight. Tap the line, break the time, Echoes twist in a wooden rhyme. Feel the funk, slow and fine, Grandpa’s beat, forever mine. [Bridge] In every knock and every scrape, A rhythm lives we can't escape. Wooden spoon and smoky air, Lessons held in every snare. Melancholy tap-dance dream, Life’s a pocketed, pulsing scheme. [Chorus] Tap the line, break the time, Let the syncopation unwind. Spin the groove, slip and slide, Old soul moves on the floor tonight. Tap the line, break the time, Echoes twist in a wooden rhyme. Feel the funk, slow and fine, Grandpa’s beat, forever mine. [Outro] Fading beats but never gone, Wooden spoon still moves me on, In the silence, hear the song— Grandfather’s funk, where I belong.