Joe Sample

San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming
Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
He said, "Music's real, the rest is seeming"
Oh, deep pain
Feelings that won't go away
Left the sound of his soul in the air
I can hear it out there and I know
They left those soul shadows
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
They left a soul shadow
On my mind, on my mind, on my mind