In between the shades of darkness and the light
There's a passage to freedom that might
Take him away from his little cell
Let him soar like the morning gull
He can hear the jazz rumble down from Polk Street
Where he knows all kinds of delights are free for the treat
Still sitting here resting his bones
The breeze whispers him her sweet tones
He's had a lot of time to think up here
Quite enough to fess up and get his head clear
So wind float over to rescue his soul
For his hopeful heart has found a happy home
He'll just keep watching the tide roll in
Feels like nothing's gonna hurt his mind again