From the recording Good Old Days
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rain on the cobbles, chairs on a lean,
Moon in the window like a tambourine.
Fiddle draws silver, guitars go “ching,”
I keep time with my tail to the café lamplight swing.
[Pre-Chorus]
If you toss me a name and a place to belong,
I’ll heel to your heartbeat and guard every song.
[Chorus]
Let me be your café door stray,
Counting in the band till the break of day.
I’ll watch your case and your old six-string,
While you play that sweet café lamplight swing.
[Verse 2]
Smoke curls like phrases, shoes shuffle time,
Notes skip the gutter and land on a dime.
You smile at the chorus, I learn your ring,
One look and I’m home in the café lamplight swing.
[Pre-Chorus]
Give me a word, I’ll carry it true,
Four paws steady on the one and the two.
[Chorus]
Let me be your café door stray,
Counting in the band till the break of day.
I’ll watch your case and your old six-string,
While you play that sweet café lamplight swing.
[Bridge – short break]
[Chorus]
Set me a bed where the music rings--
I’ll dream in time to the lamplight swing.