I hang above the alley street
Where the cold and concrete meet
I watch the cabs roll one by one
Waiting for the morning sun
The wind blows hard from Lake Michigan
I count the crowds as best I can
I am the buzz in the midnight red
Keeping the lonely hopes well fed
I light the way to the basement door
While the jazzman plays on the floor
The driver stops with a heavy sigh
He watches as the girls walk by
He knows the route and the fare to pay
He drives the city's gray away
The wind blows hard from Lake Michigan
I count the crowds as best I can
I am the buzz in the midnight red
Keeping the lonely hopes well fed
I light the way to the basement door
While the jazzman plays on the floor
The sax is loud in the room below
The rhythm fast and the tempo slow
The smoke is thick in a velvet haze
Lost inside a rhythmic maze
I am the buzz in the midnight red
Keeping the lonely hopes well fed
I light the way to the basement door
While the jazzman plays on the floor
A stray dog sleeps on a soggy mat
The city's wind is a heavy bat
I flicker once
