Closed for the Rain

[Spoken Intro] It’s raining stair-rods out there... A good day to stay indoors. To look for something... rare. [Verse 1] Rain slicking down the avenue glass, I needed a shelter till the shadows pass. Walked through the chime of a quiet door, Found a dusty volume I could explore. You sat behind the desk, framed in tortoiseshell, A catalog of secrets you'd never tell. I pulled a little something from my overcoat, A smooth amber remedy for a dry throat. [Chorus] So take off the glasses, let the hair fall down, Best little hideaway in this dirty town. We’re reading the margins, we’re skipping the text, Looking for a clue on what happens next. You flip the sign to ‘Closed’ and draw the blind, A first edition, baby... the dangerous kind. [Verse 2] I like the cover, but I want what’s inside, A private collection with nothing to hide. You said you specialize in the hard-to-find, I said I’m searching for a meeting of the mind. Two paper cups and a bottle of rye, Watching the headlights of the world roll by. No need to categorize what we’re about, Just a couple of pages trying to figure it out. [Bridge] They say a good detective knows where to look, But sometimes you gotta know when to close the book. The rain is a drummer with a steady beat, Drowning the sirens on the neon street. We’re speaking in riddles, we’re trading a smile, Why don’t we stay off the record... for a while? [Outro - Spoken, over a slow, fading saxophone solo] Yeah... I like a heavy binding. Uncut pages... You know how to read between the lines, don't you, sweetheart? Pour me another chapter. It’s a long sleep out there in the cold... But in here... In here we're wide awake.