Quiet Threads

[Verse 1]
Headlights paint the road, a blurry, slow parade,
Every horn a lonely echo, memories replayed.
The city sleeps, but some of us, we’re still awake and dreaming,
Watching patterns on the asphalt, moonlight softly gleaming.

[Chorus]
Lagos jam, it gets me, deep inside my soul,
These quiet threads of rhythm taking their slow toll.
This gridlock dance, it holds me, won't let go,
A bittersweet Afrobeats whisper, soft and low.

[Verse 2]
Mama Bisi’s tray still heavy, even in the dark,
Selling roasted plantain, leaving her quiet mark.
A young man taps his steering wheel, a rhythm in the air,
Lost in the sound from his speakers, forgetting every care.

[Bridge]
This tapestry of patience, woven strand by strand,
Each waiting moment, a story across the land.
The threads of longing, pulled tight, then let loose,
A silent song for weary feet, no more excuse.

[Outro]
Another day will break, a new pattern starts to weave,
But these quiet threads will linger, a truth I still believe.