Could it be, dear friend.
it’d be this long
that I’d write you a song?
I remember nights in Kansas City
You took me there, cast your light
I recall the music well,
Every morning, cold
walk in the night
‘hind my pen, the engine
The force behind my heart sweatin’
I write out a fury, you probably know
As I picture you
up in heaven. Do you still
fly high, Bird?
Great painter, hero
soul, do you lead the angels young and old?
Do they follow you in wings of gold?
To the glorious tones of that holy saxophone?
Shine on friend,
Brother you’re an angel
that lit up the world
As your music made it rock and made it roll
You mended broken hearts and made ’em whole
Down here on your Earth
down here below,
for the lonesome ones, you’ve brightened the road
On these dark nights (and the nights are getting cold)
as they make their way
their long walk home