Lyrics

“Curves on Her” – by The Band Almighty

Life threw him curves on a long, winding road,
every bend places more on the tolls he owed.
Past roads he has travelled steered him wrong,
kept it between the lines, stubborn and strong.
Rearview crowded with miles of mistakes,
rumors of fortune that turned out to be fakes.
Then he saw her—like sunrise through night,
a beautiful shape through the heavenly light.

He’d drifted and braked through thunder and rain,
one look at her unwinds the wheel of his pain.
Wrong roads fade in the fall of her light—
the only curves he cares about are the curves on her tonight.

From the curves of her lips to the shape of her hips,
like a work of art her body’s in his fingertips.
As he’s holding her tight--getting lost in her eyes,
every beat of his heart lifts them into the skies.
He spent a lifetime on curves that never turned out right,
now he’s pulling into heaven by the dashboard light.
He can’t get enough—oh, he can’t get enough—alright,
he can’t get enough of the curves on her tonight.

The hardness of his life taught him to be calm,
white knuckled roadways were no sweat for his palms.
Spine made of steel through the wind and the storm,
but near the heat of her heart, his iron bends warm.
He used to chase exits and sleep with the road,
a lone engine humming—he reaped what he sowed.
Now his heart sees the woman he’s wanted so long,
and the melody of longing finally finds its song.

The sound of her laughter makes his soul burn bright,
reading her rhythm like a map in the night.
Every curve in his past is turning back right—
’cause the only curves he cares about are the curves on her tonight.

From the curves of her lips to the shape of her hips,
like a work of art her body’s in his fingertips.
As he’s holding her tight--getting lost in her eyes,
every beat of his heart lifts them into the skies.
He spent a lifetime on curves that never turned out right,
now he’s pulling into heaven by the dashboard light.
He can’t get enough—oh, he can’t get enough—alright,
he can’t get enough of the curves on her tonight.

Hands on her waistline, time learning to glide,
two souls dance where the city lights hide.
She traces the map of the years on his skin,
says, “Every sharp turn finally brought you in.”
From long lonely highways to warm candle glow,
he breathes out the miles and lets yesterday go.
If love is a road, she’s neon and bright—
he leans with her curves—no stopping tonight.

All those curves on the road of life,
now it’s the curves on her tonight.
Closer—slow—let the wrong roads blur;
he can’t get enough of the curves on her.

From the curves of her lips to the shape of her hips,
like a work of art her body’s in his fingertips.
As he’s holding her tight--getting lost in her eyes,
every beat of his heart lifts them into the skies.
He spent a lifetime taking turns that never turned out right,
now he’s home in the glow of her dashboard light.
He can’t get enough—oh, he can’t get enough—alright,
he can’t get enough of the curves on her tonight.

Wrong roads fade in the rearview’s blur,
right here, right now—it’s the curves on her.
Heart in his hands, world fitting tight,
he can’t get enough of the curves on her tonight.