Ghost Of A Chance

Sister soul came to see me, and she made no amends

On the air, Sunday's midnight, sister soul understands

Pull the shades, let it rain all day

Radio station plays Mr. John Coltrane's favourite things

Lady Day she sings

That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you

Beautiful stranger, now it's just me and you

Brush the dust off the needle, put it deep in the groove

Pull the shades, let it rain all day

Radio station plays Mr. Miles Davis' kind of blue

And I know it's true

That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you

Cold and gray, it's gonna rain all day

Sarah Vaughan lingers on, but the black coffee's gone

And I hate to say goodbye

But I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you now

With you now... with you now... with you now...