The Church - Jazz

Sometimes the morning elongates and waits around for you to show Across the road I watch some episode of some new morning show And it shows me how strange life can be if you're really free And if you're really free how come you put these chains on me Why can't you tell me it's alright These doubts to lead on my delight They took the color from my sight I need the real jazz tonight Still half asleep and not half awake Half in the darkness just for your sake Roaming the corridors in my mind Looking for a door I can never find Looking for a war that nobody wins Trying to find a Bible when nobody sins Searching for a lover who got what you has Running from the blues, jonesin' for jazz Sometimes the evening disappears and steers itself into the past Across the fields I cool my heels 'cause it feels like it could last And it lasts for a lifetime then it's high time to be gone And if you're really gone why even sing this song Why can't you tell me it's alright These doubts to lead on my delight They took the color from my sight I need the real jazz tonight