With windows open to the rain and the orange light
Reggie loves his reggae, for its crouch hip gait
The tic-toc nod, delaying downbeat and the offbeat wait
Reggie loves his reggae, for the way it makes him feel
Too good for the city in ripped pants and flapping heel
Reggie loves his reggae, says its safer than a bank
As a place to store your dreams, 4/4 swing and skank
Reggie loves that reggae, smiling to think they’ll bury him
To syncopations and vibrations a thick and heavy riddim
He closes his eyes to the reggae, leans back in his chair
All his disappointments just a chord in the air.
