I'll Walk It From Here (Elliot, Sterling & Lane)

Vocal Jazz, fine and swingin’. In the tradition of Lambert, Hendricks & Ross, and The Manhattan Transfer — Elliot, Sterling & Lane. (Bernadette Elliot, George Washington Sterling, Ricky Lane, accompanied by Flip Marlow & The Tipsy Jazzcats)

Three A.M., curbside, hand in air
Street goes blur like a Van Gogh stare
I said, “home,” waved cash and pride
Car went lurch, guess I’m along for the ride

Meter ticks like it knows my name
Radio sings, but it ain’t in tune
I’m seein’ double, or so I thought
Till the driver starts seein’ four of each block

Hold on, wait a second, Friend
I was drunk, but I’ve sobered up since then
If I’m the straightest guy in the car
We’ve got a problem, Pal, we’ve gone too far

You said “don’t worry,” then missed the light
Laughed too hard at a stop sign joke
Hands off the wheel for a beat too long
Now I’m sayin’ prayers to a saxophone song

Left turn, maybe / right turn, no
Brake too late / go, go, go
I paid the fare / I paid the price
This ain’t tips, this is dice

Hold on, wait a second, Friend
I’m feeling clear where I was a mess
If you need me to drive us home
That’s a sign I should walk, I guess

I don’t mind losin’ my control
But I draw the line at sharing the role
If I trust my feet more than your hand
That’s my cue to abandon the plan

So I tap the glass, say, “Right here’s fine”
Throw a bill like it bought my time
Night feels cool, sidewalk straight
Funny how sober comes when it’s late

Next round’s on me
Next ride?
I’ll walk!