It was the only place around that played the music he loved
The kind of music they loved
The kind of music that they fell in love to
The kind of music that described their love
The kind of music that described
What they wanted their love to be.
He knew this, so did she
But would she resist when he asked?
She would know why he was asking,
Why he wanted to go there
And he would know why she resisted
If she resisted.
He wanted some support just now
A musical wingman who would paiint again
Their love in its true colors, its deepest colors
Its brightest colors
And no guitar could do that alone
It would take a piano and saxophone.