Track 10 of the album Midnight Mallets · 2016
Soft Rain on the Noodle Cart
“Steam rising off a noodle cart in the lamplight. We tried to make the vibraphone sound like warm broth.”
jazz · dream jazz · cosy jazz · 3:16
Lyrics
Soft rain on the noodle cart Steam up in the lamplight The man tips in the garlic And hums into the night I pull my collar up a little I've nowhere much to be There's a stool beside the counter And a bowl just waiting for me Soft rain, soft rain On the noodle cart Warm bowl, warm bowl And a warm old heart Let the world go slowly by Let the late bus pass Soft rain on the noodle cart And nothing left to ask A woman in a yellow coat Sits down and gives a nod We share the little paper cups And neither says a thing The kettle starts its whistle The radio plays low A saxophone from somewhere Keeps the evening slow Soft rain, soft rain On the noodle cart Warm bowl, warm bowl And a warm old heart Let the world go slowly by Let the late bus pass Soft rain on the noodle cart And nothing left to ask The city can wait till morning The clocks can all be wrong I'll sit here with my chopsticks And listen to the song Soft rain, soft rain On the noodle cart Warm bowl, warm bowl And a warm old heart Let the world go slowly by Let the late bus pass Soft rain on the noodle cart And nothing left to ask Soft rain Nothing left to ask