Space In Between

[Verse 1]
Phone buzz
Blood jumps
Jaw tight
Fists close
That old hot river
Risin' up
Runnin' my throat
I see red in an instant
I see deals goin' cold
One word
I lose years
One breath
I stay gold
[Chorus]
It’s the space in between
Where I hold my ground
Not the first hot spark
But the fire I allow
Yeah
Reaction is a reflex
Response is a choice I make
It’s the space in between
That’s my safe place
[Verse 2]
Grew up on quick talk
Back porch
Big noise
Men spent their tempers
Like they was pocket change toys
Now I count that heartbeat
Like I count my pay
Let that flash run through me
Then I move my own way
[Chorus]
It’s the space in between
Where I hold my ground
Not the first hot spark
But the fire I allow
Yeah
Reaction wants to wreck it
Response wants to build it straight
It’s the space in between
That’s my safe place
[Bridge]
I don’t jump for every shadow (nah)
I don’t dance for every doubt
I just sit in that silence
Till the storm wears out
If it don’t serve the mission
I let that thunder pass
Turn that heat to vision
Turn that pain to cash (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
It’s the space in between
Where I hold my ground
Not the first hot spark
But the fire I allow
Yeah
Reaction is a reflex
Response is a road I pave
It’s the space in between
That’s my safe place
It’s the space in between
That’s where I get paid

rock, Swampy, overdriven bayou blues-rock with male vocals; dry, raspy lead over a grimy slide guitar riff and loose-pocket drums. Verses stay down in a murky, head-nod groove with palm-muted chugs and swampy organ pads. Chorus opens wider with gang shouts on the hook, fuzzed-out guitar answering the vocal. Bridge strips to kick, tambourine, and low guitar drone before a final, rowdy chorus., raw, blues-rock, funk