The "To Be Place"

When people hear my bass,

This becomes the “to be place”,

The deep rhythm pulls them in,

My fingers talk, everybody calls me friend,

Then a hot guitar on a warm night,

Gets them moving until their feet take flight,

Strummin’, slappin’, ever faster on my old bass,

Keep hearts pumping at my frenzied pace,

It’s happy music with a love beat too,

Watch out, people, it’ll get to you,

When fast flying fingers across the bridge go,

I’ll heat your blood and then suddenly go slow,

Give you a chance to catch your wind,

Then we’ll start all over again,

Get you moving till your feet take flight,

Then it’s over, and we’ll call it a night!