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 he played, feelings that won't go away
Left the sound of his soul in the air
I can hear it out there, and I know
He left those Soul Shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
He left those Soul Shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
Standing by the window as the fog rolls in
I swear I can hear a far-off music
Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
Satchmo wailing somewhere in Chicago
Coltrane reaching for the notes his mind can hear
They remain a part of all that I know
Oh they played, feelings that won't go away
Left the sound of their souls 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 those Soul Shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind