PrataBas

[Verse]
Bass line pumping in the midnight hour
But the bass players
They're out of power
No gigs to play
No stages to rock
The rhythm section's got a shock

[Verse 2]
Fingers itching
Strings much missed
But the bass players
They're feeling dismissed
No crowds to thrill
No spotlight to shine
Their melodies lost in the sands of time

[Chorus]
Out of time
Out of sync
They roam the streets
Searching for beats and the rhythm's heart
No place to call home
No groove to keep
But the bass players
They'll never depart