Midnight Alto Chase

I came in with a crease in my sleeve. Ten-toed on the tile, baby, watch me weave. Bass got a grin and the kit got teeth. Piano like rain on a tin roof street. I don’t need a map, I can read your Face. One little nod and I’m out the race. Keys go tumblin’, my shoes stay clean. I’m a sharp-dressed spark in a smoke ring scene. Hold that line, let it bend. Tell me where the night should end. Swing it now, swing it now. Roll it, roll it. Swing it now, swing it now. Hold that note. Call my name, call my name. Say it straight. We go ‘round and ‘round again. Yeah, we go. Came for the tune, stayed for the grin. Your left hand locks me in, pulls me in. Sax take a breath and it cuts the room. Like a blade made of gold in a velvet Bloom. I got a quick step, I’ve got line. I leave a little spark on the edge of Time. Snare talk sharp and the floorboard shake. Every little pause is a chance I take. Hold that line, let it fly. One more turn before goodbye. Swing it now, swing it now. Roll it, roll it. Swing it now, swing it now. Hold that note. Call my name, call my name. Say it straight. We go ‘round and ‘round again. Yeah, we go. Drop me in the middle, let the pulse get Thin. Let the bass walk low and the horns lean In. I been chasing that break where the whole room Glows. Then the sax comes back, And nobody knows. Swing it now, swing it now. Swing it now, swing it now. Hold that note. Call my name, call my name. Say it straight. We go ‘round and ‘round again. Yeah, we go.