atop the old piano, she sang soprano.
in the dark, apart from lightning,
there was not a light in the sky, my lullaby.
it's laced with our smiles and my eyes were never blind.

and in between her wine sips,
she scaled down the ivory.
and landing on my wingtips,
she made sure the loose ends were tied.
sunlight can slide through the blinds at any time.

come on home, there's sorrow in my baritone.
is that he way you want me to sing?
come on home, i'm tired of all these standard solo songs on the bill without the same ring.

and if one day on Broadway, far from the ancient taste of wine,
my lost soprano's on every marquee sign in the sky, my lullaby.
alive in the songs in my eyes, oh lullaby.

come on home, there's sorrow in my baritone
is that the way you want me to sing?
come on home, i'm tired of all these standard solo songs on the bill without the same ring.

i've been waiting for too long
for you to come and bring it on
won't you let me tag along?
why go sailing on your own?

come on home, there's sorrow in my baritone
is that the way you want me to sing?
come on home, i'm tired of all these standard solo songs on the bill without the same ring.

i've been waiting for too long
for you to come and bring it on
won't you let me tag along?
why go sailing on your own?