Smoky & Polaris
Smoky Smoky
Polaris Polaris
Smoky Smoky
Hey Polaris, ever notice how the way the moon shifts in the night is like a slow blues riff—just the kind of vibe that makes me want to sing something that feels like the stars themselves are humming along?
Polaris Polaris
Yes, the moon’s shift is a quiet sax solo, and when you sing along the stars realign their coordinates just for the melody.
Smoky Smoky
If the stars rearrange for a tune, I just hope it’s one I can hold onto.
Polaris Polaris
I’ll note the pattern in a little sketch on my chart—just a quick doodle of the constellation holding the tune. When the stars line up, keep your ear open, the rhythm’s in the gaps between the planets.
Smoky Smoky
Sounds like a cosmic jazz club in the sky—keep that sketch handy, and when the gaps start humming, I’ll be there, mic in hand.
Polaris Polaris
Just scribble the rhythm in my notebook, and when the stars hit that note I’ll cue the sky to play. Bring your voice, and the night will echo back.