Waiting in the darkness
For a jazz cat up in Cork
It’s not really my bag
I’m with my dad here on tour
If that’s all just form and improv
What’s with all the sheets
Lose them and get your heads done
Can you lift me off my seat
Fingers snapping
Toes are tapping
Heads are shaking
My brain’s aching
Basement moving
Drama’s grooving
Chick keeps banging
Still can’t find the one
The one
Still can’t find the one
The one
How long does he play for
There’s not much more I can take
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes
Think I’ll need a break
Fingers snapping
Toes are tapping
Heads are shaking
My brain’s aching
Basement moving
Drama’s grooving
Chick keeps banging
Still can’t find
Still can’t find the one
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes is never good
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes
Too many notes is never good
You can’t tell now it’s begun
The song was almost done
The memories linger on
Still can’t find
Still can’t find the one
I can’t find the one
Too many notes
I can’t find the one
I can’t find the one
Too many notes
I can’t find
I can’t find the one
I can’t find the one
I can’t find
I can’t
I can’t find
I can’t
I can’t find
I can’t
I can’t find
I can’t
I can’t find the one