My Sister's Room: The Southern Anchor

Lyrics

You know the place.
Just east of the Tudor gables.
Yeah. My Sister's Room.

1996.
Clinton was on the television.
The world was... different then.
We were driving circles past the perfect slate roofs,
past the Garden Club's prize-winning azaleas.
Looking for a door.
Any door that opened without asking questions.
Found one just past the Avondale line.
No secret handshake, just a pulse you could feel through the pavement.
A bass drum heart for all of eastern DeKalb.

This is the floor where the night comes alive.
This is the beat that says you've arrived.
This is My Sister's Room.
Not a whisper, but a shout.
The southern anchor, figuring it out.
This is My Sister's Room.

And then, the sun comes up.
Sunday morning.
The same tables, but with the smell of bacon and strong coffee now.
The clatter of forks.
Last night's glitter still on your cheek,
this morning's truth hashed out over home fries.
Building a world between sips, one story at a time.
Yeah. The real work happens here, too.

This is the floor where the night comes alive.
This is the beat that says you've arrived.
This is My Sister's Room.
Not a whisper, but a shout.
The southern anchor, figuring it out.
This is My Sister's Room.

This isn't just a bar.
It's a civil engineering project.
A place that builds a bridge from one woman's hand to another.
How many U-Hauls were packed because of a slow dance right here?
You see the rings on their fingers at the Decatur Kroger now.
You see their kids running by the lake.
It started in the dark, with the lights low.
It started here.

This is the floor where the night comes alive!
This is the beat that says you've arrived!
This is My Sister's Room!
Not a whisper, but a shout!
The southern anchor, figuring it out!
This is My Sister's Room!

My Sister's Room.
Since 1996.
Holding us down.
My Sister's Room.
Still spinning.
Still here.
Yeah.