The Spirit Of Jazz
The cool is dead, baby, go on and sleep
Rest your weary head and love a better me
And in the morning we'll start over again
That's how they do it up on the screen
So me and my baby, we would dance all night
But I don't know the steps in my baby's time
To do it like they do it for the girls uptown
I heard they light them up like the blues
So I'm waiting
And she's waiting
For us to remember
Was I good to you? The wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet
For twenty nine years we loved that line
And I would take it easy if I had your mind
But I'm a cannonball to a house on fire
And you're slow like Motown soul
So what now lover with your long black hair
If I cut you up, maybe I can repair
And bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue
And I'm the only one round here
And I'm waiting
And she's waiting
For us to recover
So was I good to you? The wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets where you and I would meet
And only I can heal your wounds
Only I can heal your wounds
When you can't go on, when you can't go on
When you can't go on, when you know, hold on
So was I good to you? The wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you like my
So was I good to you? The wife of my youth
Not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do
So I will wait on the edges in between
And I will wait on the edges in between
And I will wait on the edges in between
These New York streets, on all these New York streets
Where you and I would meet