Across the road I watch some episode of some new morning show
And it shows me how strange life can be if you're really free
And if you're really free how come you put these chains on me
Why can't you tell me it's alright
These doubts to lead on my delight
They took the color from my sight
I need the real jazz tonight
Still half asleep and not half awake
Half in the darkness just for your sake
Roaming the corridors in my mind
Looking for a door I can never find
Looking for a war that nobody wins
Trying to find a Bible when nobody sins
Searching for a lover who got what you has
Running from the blues, jonesin' for jazz
Sometimes the evening disappears and steers itself into the past
Across the fields I cool my heels 'cause it feels like it could last
And it lasts for a lifetime then it's high time to be gone
And if you're really gone why even sing this song
Why can't you tell me it's alright
These doubts to lead on my delight
They took the color from my sight
I need the real jazz tonight
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