Smoky Auberge

Yeah, check it (uh-huh)

Step into the dim light,

saxophones blowing Underneath the street lamp,

liquid ink flowing Sipping on a warm brew,

keys start to play

Watch the smoke rise as we slide through the day

We let it roll,

let the brass take flight

Yeah we keeping it moving all through the night

(ooh yeah)

Sticking to the rhythm,

watch the vinyl spin Got a pocket full of gold,

let the story begin

Flute in the background,

dancing with the bass Putting a smile back on everybody's face

Yeah,

just let it ride (mmm)