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The '59 Sound,
Like Miles Davis, I been swayed by the cool
There's just something about the summertime
There's just something about the moon
So I lay a kiss upon this stone
Toss it upside your window by the roof
Before you change your mind, Miles bring in the Cool.
Now honey, put on your red dress,
and your diamond soled shoes
Climb on down from that window,
climb on out of your room
Cause I never had a good thing,
and I always had the blues
And I heard that you always kinda wondered,
Miles strike up the Cool.
Don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
If the night is all wrong,
don't wait too long.
Like Poor Mr. Pitiful, I can't turn you loose
You move like a dream I had, woke up sweating in my room
But your Mama's got plans, and your Daddy's aim is true
But she never understood that it ain't no good
and Papa never heard the Cool.
So now I got up my nerve, and found me a stone
With a flick of the wrist and a turn of the key you just fall in my arms
And don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
If the night is all wrong,
you don't wait too long.
So why don't you sing to me on this long drive home
Let the sound of your voice sway sweet and slow
As we go down, down, down from our youth to the ground
Down, down, down from our youth to the ground
We might always be blue...
Jackson!
So don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
Oh don't wait too long to come home.
My how the years and our youth pass on.
Don't wait too long to come home,
I will leave the front light on.
As we go down, down, down from our youth to the ground.
Down, down, down from our youth to the ground.
Down, down, down from our youth to the ground.
Down, down, down, down, down...
