Jazz

Sometimes the morning elongates and waits around for you to show
Across the road I watched an episode of some new morning show
And it shows me how strange life can really 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 me are my delight
They took the color from my sight
I need the real jazz tonight

Still half asleep but not half awake
Half in the darkness just for your sake
Roamin' the corridors in my mind
Lookin' for a door I can never find
Lookin' for a war where nobody wins
Tryna find a Bible where nobody sins
Lookin' for a lover who got what you has
Runnin' 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 me are my delight
They took the color from my sight
I need the real jazz tonight

I need the real jazz tonight