Christmas Nights in Blue

He could have stayed there the entire night

For to him music was the voice of god

For it never needed translation

And could lift up lives that were often quite hard

But then he heard a different kind of music

From somewhere else close by

And he followed the trail of those new notes

Till he found himself outside

The notes led him to a blues bar

That was right next to the hotel

And the angel watched some lonely people enter it

And wondered if this

Was where all the lonely people did dwell

Then another guardian angel

Who happened to be near

Told him about the old blues bar

And whispered in his ear

"here the tragically beautiful

And the beautifully tragic

Drift through this night

In a last quest for magic

Their faces are masks

That so artfully disguise

The wounds in their hearts

The scars in their eyes

Now these scars in their eyes

Never hurt, never bleed

But like cracks in a mirror

They distort all they see

For when the heart's an open wound

Its greatest threat, i fear

Is that the salt rubbed into it

Does come from one's own tears

Now there are many places on this earth

That one thinks that god has forgot

But one can often find an angel or a saint

Where one assumes angels and saints are not"

And then the other angel reminded him

Of their lord's point of view

"you'll know them not by how they appear

You'll know them by what they do"

So when the next patron went inside

The angel followed him undetected

But what he found within that bar

Was not quite what he expected

There was an old piano player there

Playing with a honky-tonk sound

And everyone who entered that place depressed

That piano player turned their night around

And one by one he'd draw each person

Out of their self-imposed cage

And before they realized it

He had them singing on the stage

Just another night in new york city

Snow comes down looks real pretty

Don't know how but suddenly there you are

With jelly roll morton playin' for the bar

Inside here, lights are low

But each song has its own glow

As he floats them through that smokey air

You just can't believe he's really there

How old is he?

Cannot say

But claims he taught cab calloway

And on this night i somehow believe him

Knows every song that christmas got

Even ones my brain has dropped

Just him and that old fir tree

All lit up this night

Electric blue

Just another night in new york city

Snow comes down looks real pretty

Can't believe but somehow there you are

Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar

Suddenly, all are laughin'

This night's smart, always craftin'

Building bridges nearly everywhere

Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs

Outside colored lights they bleed

For snow is white and colors need

As it just comes down like pure salvation

It offers all its amnesty

And makes your neighbor different see

By the light of that fir tree

And this old bar

Electrified in blue

I gotta drop dead simple

Childhood view of salvation

Perhaps that's how it was always meant to be

And the more i add up all this information

It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me

And you look around till you find a phone

Then you call your mom and everyone at home

And the bar looks on and they start to cheer

When you talk to folks you haven't seen in years

And the snow comes down

And the children play

And they pray to god

It never goes away

And a childhood prayer

Should never be denied

And the night rolls on

Till it's carolized

Carolized

Carolized

Carolized

Carolized

And on this tree

The lights are done

But the colors here are down one

I guess it kind of fits the situation

Ornaments still shining bright

Watch them glitter in the light

Just this old fir tree and me

All lit up this night

Electric blue