Deep under the jazz club floor
Below the heavy velvet door
A wooden hull begins to sway
Where city currents drift away
Humming in the hollow dark
Waiting for a tiny spark
Rowboat gliding through the deep
While the Windy City sleeps
The bass line thumps a steady beat
Right above the concrete street
The cedar planks they soak the sound
Hidden in the muddy ground
Old river ghosts come for a ride
Sinking with the midnight tide
A steady rhythm, slow and low
Where the secret waters flow
Humming in the hollow dark
Waiting for a tiny spark
Rowboat gliding through the deep
While the Windy City sleeps
No more meters, no more fares
Just the salt and river airs
Leave the traffic far behind
Leave the heavy city grind
The trumpet wails a lonely song
Where the drifting souls belong
A wooden cradle, worn and grey
Washing all the grit away
Humming in the hollow dark
Waiting for a tiny spark
Rowboat gliding through the deep
While the Windy City sleeps
Just glide away.
Down in the deep.
Keep it rolling.
