Song Lyrics

The twenty in her pocket
Was burning a hole right through her leg
I wish I could stop her
But I never knew quite what to say.

The doors in this place seem
To shut themselves these days.
I let you go,
I am to blame.

And the rhythms in her head
They never seem to fade.
Colored by the streets
She knows so well.

And the twenty in her pocket
Is burning a hole right through the ground.
I guess we won't be seeing you around anymore.
So while you wait for the rush and light

I will wait for you one more night.

Marcus Miller, Luther R. Vandross

The duration of Rush is 2:28 minutes and seconds.