That's where Music Lives

[Intro] [Verse] Sunlight on Main Street, hear a rhythm start to rise Porches hum and windows shake beneath the summer sky Guitars on the corners, drums echo down the block From front steps to backyards, the whole town starts to rock People smiling, strangers dancing like old friends Every door is open, every song just wants to bend Into something bigger than a tune you can’t dismiss This town don’t just hear music — this is where music lives [Chorus] Yeah this is where music lives In the streets, in the air, in the way we forgive From the porches to the bars, to the nights we all give Nyack sings it loud — this is where music lives [Verse] Slice at Torentella's Pizzza chords drifting through the door Someone’s singing harmony you’ve never heard before Olive’s Bar got something playing almost every night Same at Casa de Sol, keeping rhythm b*****g bright Down at Mekong District, some nights the b**t sneaks in And Maureen’s Jazz Cellar keeps the soul real deep and thin Grab a bite at Old Village Inn, food till midnight hits Then raise a glass at The Local — yeah this town commits [Chorus] ’Cause this is where music lives In the laughs, in the love, in the way we coexist From the chords on the steps to the notes we don’t miss Ny ack sings it loud — this is where music lives [Bridge] It’s not about the spotlight It’s not about the fame It’s neighbors turning driveways Into something sacred again One song turns into many One porch turns into ten And suddenly the whole damn town Is singing along again [Verse] Kids dancing barefoot, dogs barking in time Old heads nodding like they’ve waited their whole lives For a moment just like this where the lines all blur Between player and listener, between them and her You don’t need a ticket, you don’t need a plan Just follow the sound and lend a helping hand Every voice is welcome, every heart is big In Ny ack, N Y— yeah, this is where music lives [Chorus] Yeah this is where music lives In the porches, in the people, in the way it gives Every note says “welcome,” every b**t says “stay” Nyack Porchfest — let the whole town play [Outro] So when the night goes quiet and the amps cool down You’ll still hear echoes moving through this town Long after the last song fades and time forgives They’ll say, “That’s Ny ack… That’s where music lives.”