Track Insight / Lyrics
He sleeps on a stack of old plays
In a golden and amber haze
The spine of a book is his bed
Soft cotton dreams in his head
Oh, he waits by the jazz club door
While the bass shakes the wooden floor
Quiet paws in a city beat
Watching gold on a Windy street
The Wurlitzer hums from below
Where the horn and the saxophone blow
He curls in a circle of white
Safe in the glow of the night
Oh, he waits by the jazz club door
While the bass shakes the wooden floor
Quiet paws in a city beat
Watching gold on a Windy street
The ink on the pages is dry
Underneath a Chicago sky
He doesn't need one single word
Only the music he heard
The wind hits the glass with a chill
But the bookstore is cozy and still
He blinks at the rain on the pane
Until the morning comes again
A stranger walks in for a tome
The cat makes the library home
A purr like a low cello string
While the distant piano bells ring
Oh, he waits by the jazz club door
While the bass shakes the wooden floor
Quiet paws in a city beat
Watching gold on a Windy street
The coffee is steaming and black
He stretches his spine and his back
The city is rushing outside
But here is a place he can hide
Oh, he waits by the jazz club door
While the bass shakes the wooden floor
Quiet paws in a city beat
Watching gold on a Windy street
Golden street
Swaying slow (Ooh, ooh)
Just a bookstore cat
