Till You Caught My Eye

Father was a teacher of harmony
Plays the horn like Mr. Beiderbecke
Looking for his nod, seeking out his favour
None of it was working
None of it was working
The world had been selling me a lie
The world had been selling me a lie

I was ready to hit the walls again, 'til you caught my eye
'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye

Torn between the chord and the melody
Tested by the method and the muse
Looking for my due, guessing where it was
None of it was working
None of it was working
The world had been selling me a lie
The world had been selling me a lie

I was ready to hit the walls again, 'til you caught my eye
'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye

It started out so innocent, was resting in my confidence
Knew that I was everything: a man of hats, the king of swing
Groove was tight, it always clicked
The snare was popping, the bass had kicked a hole inside my heart that night
I took a drink and sat upright
The world had been selling me a lie
The world had been selling me a lie

I was ready to hit the walls again, 'til you caught my eye
'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye
'Til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye, 'til you caught my eye