Jazz

Sometimes the morning elongates and waits around for you to show

Across the road I watch some episode of some new morning show

And it shows me how strange life can be if you're really free

And if you're really free how come you put these chains on me

Why can't you tell me it's alright

These doubts to lead on my delight

They took the color from my sight

I need the real jazz tonight

Still half asleep and not half awake

Half in the darkness just for your sake

Roaming the corridors in my mind

Looking for a door I can never find

Looking for a war that nobody wins

Trying to find a Bible when nobody sins

Searching for a lover who got what you has

Running from the blues, jonesin' for jazz

Sometimes the evening disappears and steers itself into the past

Across the fields I cool my heels 'cause it feels like it could last

And it lasts for a lifetime then it's high time to be gone

And if you're really gone why even sing this song

Why can't you tell me it's alright

These doubts to lead on my delight

They took the color from my sight

I need the real jazz tonight