The Spirit Of Jazz

The Cool is dead, baby, go on to 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

See 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 'em 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 open, baby, I can repair

Bandage your wounds with the salt on my tongue

And I'm the only one around 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

Was I good to you, the wife of my youth?

Not another soul could love you like my

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