|Paula McKay |
Elegy in blue
a horn is blowin' slowly down the hall
an' I remember how we'd hug an' sway
you'd say that trumpeter can play
an' close your eyes lettin' the music fall
into you night an' day jus' the blues
I got another man know you'd understan'
I got the rent to pay but this ol' room
ain't like when you was here no heat
no moon shinin' on your face you sleepin'
close breathin' in my ear
but blowin' from some place
(c) Paula McKay
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