A young girl— Out too late— Running through a quiet urban city searching for the sounds That have been playing in her head
The radio gives her no help— Those songs aren’t what she’s looking for She craves and older more mature sound The sound that only the dark night possesses
She can almost feel the sound, It’s strength is almost feeding into her She takes the bait And makes her way to the old pub
She’s amazed by the Saxophone And the blues lifting the air She lets them fill her mind And numb her surroundings
“Oh, sounds, why haven’t we met before?” She cries out. But the sounds keep playing And drowning out her thoughts. She now knows where she belongs.