Ghost Of A Chance (Primitive Radio Gods)

Sister soul came to see me, and she made no amends On the air, Sunday's midnight, sister soul understands Pull the shades, let it rain all day Radio station plays Mr. John Coltrane's favourite things Lady Day she sings That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you Beautiful stranger, now it's just me and you Brush the dust off the needle, put it deep in the groove Pull the shades, let it rain all day Radio station plays Mr. Miles Davis' kind of blue And I know it's true That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you Cold and gray, it's gonna rain all day Sarah Vaughan lingers on, but the black coffee's gone And I hate to say goodbye But I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you now With you now... with you now... with you now...