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