Hard Times In the Big City

Love When it hits you like a ton of bricks Wham! You're down for the count 1.2.3... You're up! Your eyes rise to the sky only to catch a falling star for a split second Whoosh! Then it's gone You walk away beat then you see your old buddy Jack "Jack!" you shout out and he shouts back too You go to the local coffee shop only to find what you ran away from You look to your left and in the corner with his sometimes girlfriend is a young punk all dressed in black They sit and shoot the breeze about nothing at all or even in particular You walk further and chat with the owner about old times and good coffee You proceed to sit on the ragged and torn old couch that reminds you of a couch your parents once had back when Kool & The Gang were cool and whenever you heard Earth, Wind, & Fire it really was a celebration Your old buddy Jack sits along side of you and you talk of good times and lost loves you'll never see again Then all of a sudden Whoosh!!!! It hits your ear like a frieght train The cool sounds of Miles Davis trump-trump-trumpeting like no one else can and then you think "You know Jack, he sounds like I feel" and you move on to talk about the emotion and soul of jazz As you sip your last sip of coffee you remember what you were looking for Love That funny and mysterious thing that everyone longs for but few truly have So you hit the back streets that are all but unfamiliar to you as a kid and you keep searching.... You keep searching for that crazy thing called love But the question remains "Did you find it Jack?"