The Rhythm - William Wild

Take my heart from the rhythm and start to make my heart your own,

For by the time the day falls night, I’ve run on past the throne.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Boast in me, and all will pass free, someday I’ll rise above,

Til that day you better stay, better stay.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Oh, oh its not me, it’s something that the good book did read,

And I go man, but oh how I fall when I’m running on the tops of my knees.

It’s nothing to cry about, everything is going to be okay,

I can’t just decide, but you never let me go and you never let me hide.

Way down, where the rhythm is found, way down way.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Way down, way down, way down way.

Way down, way down, way down way.