Saxophone
Looking from the window of a dirty hotel
Staring at the streets down below
People like insects are scurrying round
See how the crazy folk go
Burning my fingers on a cigarette
Slugging my gin kinda slow
Ravenscroft's music is filling the air
Coming from some radio
Chorus
I love to hear it when I'm all alone
The sweet soulful sound of the saxophone
Tearing my heart with some melody
Breaking my sad heart and setting me free
I put down my drink and take a deep breath
I crash on the bed in a heap
Tired, hot and lonely I toss and I turn
There's no way that I'll get to sleep
But the song carries on. Tears are burning my eyes
Baker Street takes me away.
The saxophone solo floats out on the air
I close my eyes and I pray
Chorus
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Broken, defeated alone and afraid
Feeling that nothing goes right
Sheets are all twisted. The bed is a mess.
Stay awake all though the night.
First rays of sunlight come flickering through
The thin faded drapes of the room
That saxophone solo still plays in my head
I've gotta get out of here soon
Chorus
(Raphael Ravenscroft saxophonist on Baker Street as you almost certainly know)
