The Spirit of Jazz

The cool is dead, baby Go on and 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 So 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 hear they light them up like the blues So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting And she's waiting, and she's waiting For us to remember Was I good to you, the wife of my youth No other 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 man wouldn't love her With that long black hair If I cut you up Maybe I came to bear To bandage your wounds With the salt on my tongue And I'm the only one not here So I'm waiting, so I'm waiting And she's waiting, and she's waiting For us to remember So was I good to you, the wife of my youth No other 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 So was I good to you, the wife of my youth No other soul could love you Like my So was I good to you, the wife of my youth No other 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 --- The Spirit of Jazz - The Gaslight Anthem