The Neon Kings

Lyrics

A chill in the air on the avenue
The neon light flickers in shades of blue
Down in the basement where the music pours
Far away from the city's crowded floors
You hear the saxophone crying low
As the rainy wind begins to blow

And they call them the Neon Kings
Oh, the Neon Kings of the night

Old Tommy plays the brass with a steady hand
He used to travel with a touring band
Now he's happy with a simpler tune
Playing blues underneath a paper moon
He doesn't care about the chart success
He just plays his heart to beat the stress

With the Neon Kings
Oh, the Neon Kings of the night

The crowd is thin but they don't seem to mind
Leaving all their worries and their cares behind
They’re not playing for the fame or gold
Just keeping the stories of the street untold
So pour another glass and take a seat
And feel the rhythm of the cobblestone street

For the Neon Kings
Yeah, the Neon Kings of the night