Benny Goodman


You're gonna see me in the light of the morning.

You're gonna feel me in a droplet of rain.

You're gonna hear me in icicles forming.

You're gonna miss me till your dying day.


You'll take a breath and curse what you're breathing.

You'll swear you taste me in the salt of your skin.

You'll feel your heart pump irregular beatings.

The thoughts you blocked out came right back in.


The one who laughs last.

Who waits, until the joke is long dead.

At that moment you strike like  Benny Goodman


You're gonna see me in the light of the morning.

You're gonna feel me in a droplet of rain.

You're gonna hear me in icicles forming.

You're gonna miss me till your dying day.  


The one who laughs last.

Who waits, until the joke is long dead.

At that moment you strike like  Benny Goodman