(Verse 1) (Spoken, like a monologue) This streetlamp is my spotlight... the stage is just this street The rhythm's in the footsteps of the strangers that I meet But I'm not really with 'em... I'm in my own cassette Playin' back the same old scene, the same old silhouette. That walking bass... it’s how I feel... just movin', no direction Starin' at my own reflection in a puddle's imperfection The air is cold, my voice is low, a husky, tired sound Whisperin' my secrets to the cold and dirty ground. (Chorus) (Layered, soulful vocals) Got these late-night blues again... piano drops like tears Countin' all my phantom friends and facin' all my fears This ain't a song, it's just a mood... a melancholy state Lost inside the groove and wonderin' why I wait. (Verse 2) (Monologue continues) The boom-bap's soft... a distant heart... it's barely pushin' through This heavy coat of solitude, got nothin' new. The rent is due. The dream's on hold. Or maybe it just got too old. I try to write a brighter line, but all I get is this A spoken word of what I miss, the taste of someone's kiss This jazz is too damn honest, it don't let you lie So I just speak the truth to it, beneath a starless sky. (Chorus) (Layered, soulful vocals) Got these late-night blues again... piano drops like tears Countin' all my phantom friends and facin' all my fears This ain't a song, it's just a mood... a melancholy state Lost inside the groove and wonderin' why I wait. (Bridge) (Spoken, very quiet) Just waitin'. For the track to end. Or for the sun to start again. I don't know which.
