Primitive Radio Gods - Ghost Of A Chance Lyrics
Sister Soul came to see me, and she made no amendsOn the air, Sunday’s midnight, Sister Soul understandsPull the shades, let it rain all dayRadio station plays Mr. John Coltrane’s Favourite ThingsLady ‘Day she singsThat I don’t stand the ghost of a chance with youBeautiful stranger, now it’s just me and youBrush the dust off the needle, put it deep in the groovePull the shades, let it rain all dayRadio station plays Mr. Miles Davis’ kind of BlueAnd I know it’s trueThat I don’t stand the ghost of a chance with youCold and gray, it’s gonna rain all daySarah Vaughan lingers on, but the black coffee’s goneAnd I hate to say goodbyeBut I don’t stand the ghost of a chance with you nowWith you now...with you now...with you now...