[Verse] In smoky rooms where shadows waltz, Trumpets sing and time halts, The past’s alive in notes so fair, Old New York’s jazz fills the air. [Verse 2] Harlem nights and neon lights, Tunes that soared, hearts took flight, Ivory keys and saxophones, In every corner, magic blown. [Chorus] But in those times of gold and fame, Not all dreams wore a fabled name, Success and failures, hand in hand, Played the sweetest, saddest band. [Verse 3] Legends rose and legends fell, Echoes of a soulful yell, From the stage, a longing sigh, A love affair in each goodbye. [Verse 4] Bright marquees flashed across the town, Yet for some, the curtain down, In the bliss and bitter cost, New York's jazz was never lost. [Chorus] But in those times of gold and fame, Not all dreams wore a fabled name, Success and failures, hand in hand, Played the sweetest, saddest band.
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