Parallel hearts, running the same line Different clocks, but we hit the same time

You take the high road, I ride the groove Parallel hearts, same city, same mood

Yeah, yeah, yeah Morning slide, shoes on the tile

Rose hits a match, nine holes in a while She's uptown early, I'm eastside late

But the beat between us, never off the plate Hi-hat goes smooth, kit keeps the floor

Jazz guitar stabs at six, nine, ask for more I catch a glance across a crowded cafe door

Two timelines tapping on the same back door We don't need the same map to find the same place

Charleston rhythm puts a smile on my face Walking bases, keep it moving forward

Parallel hearts, always find their chord Parallel hearts, running the same line

Different clocks, but we hit the same time You take the high road, I ride the groove

Parallel hearts, same city, same mood Yeah, yeah, yeah

Noon light slams through the avenue gaps Phone buzz, one word, where you at

Sub-bass pulses underneath the crosswalk Sharp eleven chord bends into small talk

Swing feel loose, lay it back a beat Two parallel lines, share the same concrete

Snare cracks, bright head, not involuntary Parallel hearts, running their commentary

Maybe parallel ain't distance, it's design Two melodies that never need to intertwine

Ad-nibe voice and open unresolved Some of the best groove stages barely solved

We don't need the same map to find the same place

Charleston rhythm puts a smile on my face Walking bases, keep it moving forward

Parallel hearts, always find their chord Parallel hearts, running the same line

Different clocks, but we hit the same time You take the high road, I ride the groove

Parallel hearts, same city, same mood Side by side, that's the sweetest space

Parallel hearts, locked in, locked in place