I sip wine slow
Like mist on glass
My glass still fogged
From the cold night pass
Two stools sit empty
Under dim neon lamp
I lay my guard down
Like it never knew advance
So sit right here
Let the jazz sink in
One more sip
Then the world spins thin
Slow slow
Float a while
Slow slow
Dont rush home now
Slow slow
Dont leave yet
Float a while
My cigarette smoke
Curls across the room
The time dont matter
When the tune cuts through
I know that mood
I know that rhyme
I look so tough
But I unwind just fine
So rest your glass
On the worn dark wood
We dont have to talk
If the quiet feels good
Slow slow
Float a while
Slow slow
Dont rush home now
Slow slow
Dont leave yet
Float a while
Let the street go dim
Out behind the glass
We can hold this moment
Long after the last
One soft blue note
From the stage corner horn
And the low sax whines
Til the cold feels warm
Slow slow
Float a while
Slow slow
Dont rush home now
Slow slow
Dont leave yet
Float a while
Float a while
