Back to the Roots

**Back to the Roots**

Intro

(Ooh, yeah)

Swing low, sweet rhythm... (rhythm)

Back where it started...

Verse

Sireen in the smoke-filled room, eyes like crescent moons,

Swayin' to the upright bass, chasin' old cartoon tunes.

From the concrete jungle high, she felt the call inside,

Leavin' spotlights far behind, for that dirt-road ride.

Luis with his trumpet case, gold on his fingers gleamin',

Playin' late-night sets that chase away the evenin'.

But the city's got him tired, horns blowin' too damn loud,

He packs his dreams in a suitcase, heads back to the crowd...

Chorus

Back to the roots, oh Sireen,

Back to the roots, with Luis by your side.

Where the river runs slow and the fireflies gleam,

Back to the roots, yeah, let the good times ride.

(Back, back) To the roots...

(Back, back) Where we belong...

Verse

Sireen's mama's kitchen, pots simmerin' on the stove,

Stories 'round the table, love that's tried and proved.

Luis blows a soft refrain, porch swing creakin' slow,

Hands intertwined like vines, lettin' wild feelings grow.

No more neon chasin' highs, just the fire cracklin' warm,

Dancin' barefoot in the yard, safe from any storm.

They laugh at the memories, city lights a distant blur,

Found their melody together, pure as the earth.

Chorus

Back to the roots, oh Sireen,

Back to the roots, with Luis by your side.

Where the river runs slow and the fireflies gleam,

Back to the roots, yeah, let the good times ride.

(Back, back) To the roots...

(Back, back) Where we belong...

Bridge

(Ooh-ooh, ba-da-bop... sha-bop sha-bop)

Slow it down now, feel the swing...

No more runnin', this is the thing...

(Yeah, yeah)

Chorus

Back to the roots, oh Sireen,

Back to the roots, with Luis by your side.

Where the river runs slow and the fireflies gleam,

Back to the roots, yeah, let the good times ride.

(Back, back) To the roots...

Outro

(Ooh, swing low...)

Back to the roots... (fade with horns)