Look, Miles Davis, I've been swayed by the cool
There's just something about the summertime
There's just something about the moon
So I'll lay a kiss on this storm, toss it upside your window, by the roof
Before you change your mind, Miles, bring in the cool

Now honey, put on your red dress
And you diamond soul shoes
Climb on down from that window
Climb on out of your room
'Cause I've never had a good thing and I've always had the blues
I always heard that you always kind of wandered, Miles, strike up the cool

Don't wait too long to come home
My have the years of our youth passed on
Don't wait too long to come home
I'll leave the front light on
The night is our own, come home

Poor mister pitiful, I can't turn you loose
You move like a dream I had, woke up sweating in my room
Your mama's got plans, your daddy's aim is true
She never understood that it ain't no good
Papa never heard the cool

So now I got out my map and found me a storm
With a flick of the wrist and the turn of the key
You'll just fall in my arms

Don't wait too long to come home
My have the years of our youth passed on
Don't wait too long to come home
I'll leave the front light on
The night is our own
You don't wait too long

So why don't you sing to me on this long drive home?
Let the sound of your voice sway sweet and slow
As we go down, down, down
From our youth to the ground
We might always be blue
Jackson!

So don't wait too long to come home
My have the years of our youth passed on
Don't wait too long to come home
I will leave the front light on
[2x]

As we go down, down, down
From our youth to the ground
Down, down, down, down, down