You'll find me in a Berlin bar,
In a corner, brooding.
You know that I go very quiet
When I am listening to you.
There's something special indeed,
Something special indeed
In all the places where I've seen you shine, boy,
Something very real in how I feel, honey,
It's in me, it's in me - and you know it's for real
Tuning in on your saxophone.
Da-ba-da-ba-doo...

The candle burning over your shoulder
Is throwing shadows from your saxophone.
surly lady in tremor.
The stars that climb from her bowels,
Those stars make towers on vowels.
You'll never see that you had all of me,
You'll never see the poetry you've stirred in me,
Of all the stars I've seen that shine so brightly
I've never known or felt in myself so rightly,
It's in me, it's in me - and you know it's for real
Tuning in on your saxophone.
Da-ba-da-ba-doo...