Down the stairs to the basement floor
I am knocking at a heavy door
White wings shaking in the humid heat
Salty air on a Chicago street
Swaying low in the amber glow
Where the heavy brass rhythms flow
Hold the line in the velvet night
Chasing down a single spark of light
You are humming a flat fifth chord
While the drummer strikes a wooden board
Silver dust on a cocktail glass
Watching all the midnight strangers pass
Satin dresses in a smoky haze
Lost inside a dizzy purple maze
I am circling the yellow beam
Tangled in a synthetic gold dream
Swaying low in the amber glow
Where the heavy brass rhythms flow
Hold the line in the velvet night
Chasing down a single spark of light
One small leap to the burning wire
Trading safety for a sudden fire
Feet are lifting from the concrete gray
Turning all the winter blue to spray
You are singing a hymn from the pew
While the saxophone is screaming true
Pale wings beating on a brick red wall
Waiting for the heavy curtain fall
Swaying low in the amber glow
Where the heavy brass rhythms flow
Hold the line in the velvet night
Chasing down a single spark of light
Gold light, pale wing
Gold light, pale wing
Swaying low
Swaying low
