Song Description

jazz funk with turntable scratch

Lyrics

I came in on the night flight
with a pocket full of tricks
on the wings of an angel
who was driven by a fix
when I hit the walkway wasn´t stepping on no cracks
had a ticket to the freeway and a pocket full of facts
if you live one more minute then your time will come
got a half pack of sigarettes a whole soul full of fun
when I left from London it was nothing but plain
that alligator shoes ain´t no good in the rain
someone said ...


reach for the sky
don´t try to make a stand
don´t make me pull this trigger
i got the stopper in my hand
she was standing in a red dress with a broken shoe
holding a big magazine wearing french perfume
you could tell it wasn´t sunday you could tell she was for real
kept her dark eyes in a suitcase till the waiter brought her meal
read an article on hemingway with her summertime smile
trying to get her bearings strutting with style
making friends with a stranger on a friday night
said he was from out of town she said it was alright
when he made the first move she seemed to like it ...


reach for the sky

don´t be nobodys fool

if you put a dime in the joint

come sunday you'll be cool
eating with a hooker waiting on a kiss
bloodstains on my collar whadya think of this
the note said: daddy, daddy, i really hate you leaving but I really gotta go
i know it's gonna hurt you to your heart, so, so
never trust barmaids who swindle on the change
be careful who you talk to when they're acting strange
watch out for the fool who's uneasy with the blade
people who don´t look right at you and those who change their name
have you ever seen a dog's breath flying in the wind
ever talk to a french chick who thought she never sinned
ever run for cover in the Lost and Found
smoked a little boo and such then woke up on the ground
then you can ...


reach for the sky

like the wiseman once said

before you take some action

start to use your little head
amsterdam is calling reykjavik is fine
sitting on a money pouch enough to make you blind
talk about your woman wish you could see mine
pretty as a picture with a glass of wine
bloodstains on my pillow, whatya think of this
restless nights, restless nights waiting for that kiss
a magazine... dark eyes in a suitcase... in a limousine
everybody knows about the sky that turns to grey
everybody knows about the way you feel today


reach for the sky

don´t try to make a stand

don't make me pull this trigger

got the stopper in my hand

reach for the sky

reach for that sky

[reach for the sky]