The Frame & The Footwork

[Verse 1]
Two-step lessons from my cousin, down in the old town hall,
Sweat beadin' up on my brow, prayin' I wouldn't fall.
Fiddle sawin', kickin' up dust, on floorboards worn and thin,
Tryin' to find the rhythm, where the steady beat begins.
Felt like layin' a crooked beam, outta plumb line true,
Every pivot, every shuffle, somethin' I ain't used to.

[Chorus]
Oh, the floorboards groaned a hopeful tune, beneath my clumsy tread,
Building up this brand new rhythm, in my heart and in my head.
Left foot, right foot, findin' solid ground, a blueprint comin' clear,
For every turn and every slide, banishin' every fear.

[Verse 2]
Now, cousin Jenny's laughin' bright, her eyes a mountain stream,
And across the hall, I catch a glimpse, a bittersweet old dream.
She's dancin' with some city slicker, sleek as polished steel,
And my feet just keep on movin', ignoring how I feel.
Every step's a silent promise, to build somethin' new and strong,
Like a scaffold risin' steady, where I always felt I belonged.

[Chorus]
Oh, the floorboards groaned a hopeful tune, beneath my clumsy tread,
Building up this brand new rhythm, in my heart and in my head.
Left foot, right foot, findin' solid ground, a blueprint comin' clear,
For every turn and every slide, banishin' every fear.

[Bridge]
That distant train whistle cut through the music's joyful sound,
A reminder of the valley, and the good folks all around.
But tonight, my own two feet are my rebar, strong and true,
Holdin' up this moment, pullin' me right through.

[Outro]
Yeah, a plumb line's swingin' steady, in the heart of this old hall,
And I'm dancin' out a future, standin' steady and tall.