Court And Spark - Herbie Hancock, Norah Jones

Love came to my door

With a sleeping roll

And a madman’s soul

He thought for sure I’d seen him

Dancing up a river in the dark

Looking for a woman

To court and spark

He was playing on the sidewalk

For passing change

When something strange happened

Glory train passed through him

So he buried the coins he made

In People’s Park

And went looking for a woman

To court and spark

It seemed like he read my mind

He saw me mistrusting him

And still acting kind

He saw how I worried sometimes

I worry sometimes

«All the guilty people,"he said

They’ve all seen the stain-

On their daily bread

On their christian names

I cleared myself

I sacrificed my blues

And you could complete me

I’d complete you

His eyes were the color of the sand

And the sea

And the more he talked to me The more he reached me But I couldn’t let go of L.A.

City of the fallen angels