I feel the cold wind on my steel
The rhythm turns my heavy wheel
The pavement hums a steady low
Through Windy City's midnight glow
I carry him through the blue night
Below the pale and amber light
A basement horn begins to play
And sweeps the lonely street away
His leather grip is worn and thin
Where the winter air seeps in
He stops his breath at the cellar door
To hear the bass on a wooden floor
I hold the weight of his tired frame
While the saxophone calls his name
A gold-brass note cuts through the dark
And lights a small and hidden spark
I carry him through the blue night
Below the pale and amber light
A basement horn begins to play
And sweeps the lonely street away
The rimshot snaps like a broken thread
Old memories wake from a dusty bed
He leans his head on a brick-red wall
Waiting for the final curtain call
We drift away from the jazz club beat
Down the stretch of a salted street
The metal rings with a hollow sound
As we glide across the frozen ground
I carry him through the blue night
Below the pale and amber light
A basement horn begins to play
And sweeps the lonely street away
Silver spoke, rolling slow.
Just a ghost in the midnight glow.
