Nothing to See Here - The Jazz June

Nothing to see here

We walked down the long expanse

The wait was long

But it still made sense

But I still don’t know where you are

So I’ll take some clues from your art,

And read your notes

We turned around and watched the ghost,

The shade behind the curtain grows

But I still don’t know where you are,

But I still don’t know where you are,

But I’ll find out

Those radio days came and went

And they left us behind

And were standing still

But the static is just cold as ice

And we’ll take time

And we’ll take time

You should probably get a grip

Not the whole hand

Just the fingertips

But I still don’t know where you are

But I still don’t know where you are

But I’ll find out

Pinned against the rails again,

From here to there,

Caught in a spin

But I still don’t know where you are again

But I still don’t know where you are

But I’ll take some clues from your art

And read your notes

Those radio days came and went

And they left us behind

And were standing still

But the static is just cold as ice

And we’ll take time

And we’ll take time

We walked down the long expanse

The wait was long

But it still made sense

But I still don’t know where you are

But I’ll take some clues from your art,

And read your notes