Few Came To See Chet Baker
Few came to see Chet Baker that Saturday night in Rotterdam
The curious & the reverent
Come to witness the slaughter of the lamb
Ask me anything you want
Just stay away from the personal stuff
Just take a look at my face, man
The years have been a little bit rough
Are you a singer who plays or a player who sings
There’s nothing they don’t wanna know
Plus, they expect me to look the same
As I did 30 years ago
Slow blues suspended in air
The curl of smoke from a cigarette
In so deep now, there’s no way
I could ever repay my debts
The lines on our faces, they’re the mark of Cain
Into the land of Nod we were sent to dwell
Maybe this is all we get to know of Heaven
What we once thought to be Hell
Few came to see Chet Baker that Saturday night in Rotterdam
The curious & the reverent
Come to witness the slaughter of the lamb
