Lil jazz

(Verse 1) Late night streetlights painting the rain, A slow saxophone whispering a refrain. Coffee cup is cold, but the rhythm is warm, Caught right in the middle of a midnight storm. Smoke in the corner, keys on the beat, Walking down the rhythm of a back-alley street. (Chorus) Oh, let the baseline breathe, let the cymbals sing, Caught up in the magic that the midnight brings. It’s a cool state of mind, it’s a turnaround key, Just a little bit of jazz for you and me. Yeah, sweet syncopation sets me free. (Verse 2) Fingers on the frets, sliding up high, Watching all the troubles just fade and fly. No time for worries, no place to be, Just riding on the crest of a blue-note sea. Brass in the distance, piano in the back, We’re cruising right along on a velvet track. (Chorus) Oh, let the baseline breathe, let the cymbals sing, Caught up in the magic that the midnight brings. It’s a cool state of mind, it’s a turnaround key, Just a little bit of jazz for you and me. Yeah, sweet syncopation sets me free. (Outro) Fade out slow... Let the horns blow. Just a whisper on the snare. Yeah... smooth air. (Scat: Ba-da-ba-dum, skee-be-de-bop...)