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One Flight Down

One flight down
There's a song on low
And your mind just picked up on the sound
Now you know you're wrong
Because it drifts like smoke
And it's been there playing all along
Now you know
Now you know


The reeds and brass have been weaving
Leading into a single note


In this place
Where your arms unfold
Here at last you see your ancient face
Now you know
Now you know


The cadence rolls in broken
Plays it over and then goes


One flight down
There's a song on low
And it's been there playing all along
Now you know
Now you know


~Norah Jones




min on Sunday, March 27, 2005