(Verse 1) The streetlamps glow like pearls along the lane The sky is dressed in velvet and the rain The world is turning slow, a gentle spin While the upright bass begins to settle in I’m wearing my tuxedo, black and sharp The night is like the strumming of a harp (Chorus) It’s that old-fashioned rhythm, that 50s sway When the neon signs chase all the clouds away Just a saxophone sighing a low, sweet tune Underneath the silver of a crescent moon Oh, honey, let’s glide on the polished floor I couldn't ask for any melody more (Verse 2) The smoke is curling upward in the air There’s magic in the way you fix your hair The drummer uses brushes, light as lace While I find my reflection in your face The ice is clinking softly in the glass Watching all the lonely hours pass (Chorus) It’s that old-fashioned rhythm, that 50s sway When the neon signs chase all the clouds away Just a saxophone sighing a low, sweet tune Underneath the silver of a crescent moon Oh, honey, let’s glide on the polished floor I couldn't ask for any melody more (Bridge) They say the times are changing, moving fast But we’ve found a feeling built to last In this dim-lit corner, tucked away Where it’s always midnight, never day (Outro) Dim the lights... Let the brass play low... In the 50s glow... Just stay right here... With the music in your ear... Nice and easy... Nice and slow...
