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