He steps down into the world
Half-lidded, all-possessed, 
Heavy with the music
Out of the safety, down into our mess.
Dark shuffle from the spotlight, 
The microphone snake, the tether
shaming us for laziness
Quit talkin bout that weather.
Where you belong is not where you belong
mumble and groove, shudder and move
greatness flowing numb from his lips
"Tip the band, try your hand."