MIDNIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN (verse 1) Clock strikes twelve, but no one’s gone Bassline still rolling strong Cool night air, warm inside Funk climbing up the mountainside Drumsticks spark against the rim Room lights low, edges dim You thought the night would fade away But it’s just found a second wave (pre-chorus) Hear that groove getting deeper now? Crowd leaning in somehow When the rhythm locks that tight There’s no such thing as “goodnight” (chorus) Midnight on the mountain Soul overflowing f

MIDNIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN (verse 1) Clock strikes twelve, but no one’s gone Bassline still rolling strong Cool night air, warm inside Funk climbing up the mountainside Drumsticks spark against the rim Room lights low, edges dim You thought the night would fade away But it’s just found a second wave (pre-chorus) Hear that groove getting deeper now? Crowd leaning in somehow When the rhythm locks that tight There’s no such thing as “goodnight” (chorus) Midnight on the mountain Soul overflowing f