[Verse 1] The city sleeps outside my window pane A silent silver lining, washing down like rain Just me and my old player, the softest, dimmest light Finding solace in the quiet, of this unfolding night

[Hook] This reflective jazz, a gentle, guiding friend Unraveling my thoughts, right up until the end It speaks in muted trumpets, a language pure and true Whispering old wisdom, as it sees me through

[Verse 2] The shadows on the ceiling, they dance a slow ballet As past and future mingle, and softly fade away No urgent questions lingering, no answers I must chase Just breathing in the moment, in this tranquil, timeless space

[Hook] This reflective jazz, a gentle, guiding friend Unraveling my thoughts, right up until the end It speaks in muted trumpets, a language pure and true Whispering old wisdom, as it sees me through