Bathroom Blues

[Verse 1]
I got a tiny white chapel
With a flickering overhead light
That’s where I hide from the hurry
Lock that door and I feel alright
I sit on that cold blue tile
Let the whole world cough and call
Let ’em bang on the door
I’m thinking
Ain’t no rush in my blood at all
[Chorus]
I got those bathroom blues
Just me and that echoing fan
Take a break from the busy
Any way that I can
I move slow when I’m working
Drag my feet when I walk through
If the world wants speed
Let it
I’ll keep my bathroom blues
[Verse 2]
They say “pick it up
We’re waiting”
But my body just don’t agree
My steps sound like wet boots scraping
Down a hallway that’s haunting me
Coffee’s cold on the counter
Deadline’s breathing down my neck (mm-hmm)
I just duck to my secret office
Where the clock can’t cash its check
[Chorus]
I got those bathroom blues
Just me and that echoing fan
Take a break from the busy
Any way that I can
I move slow when I’m working
Drag my feet when I walk through
If the world wants speed
Let it
I’ll keep my bathroom blues
[Bridge]
One day they’ll finally notice
I was never built to race
I’m the last leaf in October
Taking time to fall with grace (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I got those bathroom blues
Just me and that echoing fan
Take a breath from the madness
Hold it long as I can
I move slow when I’m working
Drag my feet when I walk through
If the world wants speed
Let it
I’ll keep my bathroom blues
Yeah
I’ll keep my bathroom blues

Laid-back electric blues trio, male vocals. Slow shuffle groove with a lazy swing in the drums, woozy bent-note guitar, and round upright bass. Vocal sits close and intimate, with smokey room ambience and a touch of slapback on the hook. Guitar answers the vocal phrases; short, tasteful solo after second chorus, ending on a tired, wry smile of a turnaround., slow, blues