Each night you heard the wailing
of the Saxophone Man
Triumphant, Low, Longing
Each note trembling
Hanging from the awning
of the old coffee shop
But the downtown corner
Is empty now, Lord knows
What became of the man
But if you close your eyes And listen
Sweet, sweet music Spills onto the street
Triumphant, Low, Longing
At night you'll hear the wailing
of the Saxophone Man
Saxophone Man
-Grace Arnold