Man Looking For Jazz

There's a man looking for jazz
But I've lost my way
I miss your smile
Waiting for me in the past

Migraine, tired head
Just rice to eat
Stay plain to avoid an upset.
No coffee, no music,
Hibernating for the summer.

Now the man picks up
His bright red saxophone
Taps a rhythm with his foot,
And feels the sweet tones once more.

All I do is sleep to numb the pain.

And now I wake
To find a world forgetting
And daring me to give in.

With only, I think,
Your sweet hair
And tender limbs for help
Waiting for me in the past
Wonderful, then
That this is more than enough.