The Songstress

I'm drawn in from the streets by her song
my hurting feet know no sleep, nights are long
when you're a hobo trying to sell a jazz tune
in a city as lit up as a Topaz moon
I've never been to this lounge
they dont let hounds like me in
not in this town
but tonight the crowds are thin
one can barley make out the stage through the smoke
these people drink and choke on their struggles with hope
their battles with age bury them in fear
they chatter on too busy to hear

The lady's got so much soul

she bores a hole right through me
as she makes love to jazz through her microphone
the saxman guides her and the night along
the blind man taps away at his ivory keys
but she sings to me and i freeze
how does she know the things she sings
buried deep beneath where no one sees
she sings to me of troubles i have lived
i plead for her to please forgive
and sing me a new song to change my days
the blisters on my feet just fade away
down to the ground where they cant be found
because of the magic of her sound

This lady's got so much soul

i'm the only one she's singing to
the crowd drowns out to obscurity
and everthing she sings is true
this songbird's voice is curing me
she was luring me in to her club
cos she longed for jazz and i yearned for love
now i'm all she has and all she needs
thats how she knows the things she sees
I can lose myself inside her lyrics
so she'll never again sing alone
cos when she sings, only I can hear it
that's how i know I've found my home

My lady's got so much soul.