Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Изящное алиби (An Elegant Alibi)

Level three of the parking garage
Hiding in the shadows like a dark mirage
I have the briefcase cuffed to my wrist
Waiting for a meeting that doesn't exist
The concrete echoes every drop of a leak
This is the day of the week for the weak
This is the payoff, the final exchange
Everything feels a little bit strange
The air is heavy, the silence is loud
The air is heavy, the silence is loud
I’m a solitary man in a dangerous crowd
This is the payoff, do or die
Underneath the concrete sky
A black sedan rolls slowly down the ramp
The headlights cutting through the cold and the damp
Two men step out wearing matching suits
Stomping on the ground in their heavy boots
They ask for the case, they show me the gun
I know that the violent part has begun
This is the payoff, the final exchange
Everything feels a little bit strange
The air is heavy, the silence is loud
I’m a solitary man in a dangerous crowd
This is the payoff, do or die
Underneath the concrete sky
I toss them the leather, I step to the side
There’s nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide
They pop the latches and look at the green
The tensest moment that I’ve ever seen
They nod their heads, and walk to the car
I breathe a sigh and light a cigar
This is the payoff, the final exchange
Everything feels a little bit strange
The air is heavy, the silence is loud
The air is heavy, the silence is loud
I’m a solitary man in a dangerous crowd
This is the payoff, do or die
Underneath the concrete sky
I walk away.
Alive.