Downstairs they're playing Kenton. The house set to swing. I lay in my bed. And listen to everything. Cause Leo's in rare form tonight. His trombone sings so sweet.
Pouring in and around the great wellspring. Of simple feeling. And I need bearings in the face of your. Cool, cool fire. . Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice.
It's obvious the trouble we're in. When your father pulls up in a Mercedes-Benz. He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood. But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent.