Hey now, listen
I’m packing that old case
No more dust
No more same old face (He’s moving on)
I got a reed
I got a horn
I’m going where the sound is born
Dig the rhythm
It’s tapping in my shoe
This little street
Is making me feel blue (So blue, so blue)
I need a room
Where the piano shouts
I’m clearing all
Those nagging doubts
My mama said "Son
The bread is on the shelf"
I said "Mama
I gotta find myself"
It ain't no crime
It ain't no sin
I’m letting all that
Good air in
So long, neighbor
Keep the porch light dim
I’m stepping out
Way out on the limb (He’s gone, he’s gone)
The train is whistling
Hear it blow?
I got a groove
And I gotta go
Yeah
Just watch me walk (Watch him walk)
Hear that horn talk? (Hear it talk)
I’m gone