Solo - Working Week

the strongest feelings

run through lonelier hours,

falling from lost towers.

a sweeter truth turns on

the stranger of powers,

coming after hours.

he’s calling her name,

but she can’t hear a thing.

there is a voice inside,

so clear as it rings out:

trust it solo,

take it solo,

make it solo.

she lives a life

that is so hard to complete,

singing through the end,

a sun-burst child, caught

in a fragment of flame,

never played the game.

the drummer’s riding

and the saxophone’s soaring

rhythm candescent,

keeps on falling around her:

she swings it solo,

she feels it solo.

(instrumental)

she’s stronger

than you’ve ever found,

she’s had enough

messing around.

she packs her bags

before she travels by night,

cat’s eyes give her sight.

she tells of strange fruit

on the water front.

lover come back to me.

she’s bathed in floodlight

on the stage of convention.

the public gaze

holds off the devils inside.

as she takes them solo

they feel it so slow.