The Spirit of Jazz

Mmm-oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 (So I'm waiting)

And she's waiting (And she's waiting)

For us to remember (Ah)

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

Mmm-oh, oh

Oh, yeah

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 I'm waiting)

And she's 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, ah

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