won't you lift me above the old routine
when the jazzman's testifyin'
he can sing you into paradise
or bring you to your knees
it's a gospel kind of feelin'
and a style that's sanctified
make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play
when the jazzman's signifyin'
and the band is windin' low
it's the late night side of morning
in the darkness of his soul
he can fill a room with sadness
as he fills his horn with tears
he can cry like a fallen angel
make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play
won't you lift me with every turnaround