Who's Minding The Store? - Dianne Reeves

My, angles, on high

Have broken, their wings

The loneyliest, tears, I cry

My heart, never sings

I’m, in, dis-a-ray

Blue heart, on the floor

Laughter and dark, for the day

Who’s minding the store?

The sins, of a neeeeeeew perfume

Has drawn you, from meeeeeee

She’s changing, the view, for you

For every, oooone, to, see

So, you, slipped away

Remote, ever more

Who’s warmmmmmming, the chill, every day?

And, who minding the store?

I silently… call, your name

But, no one, is here

My heart, saddly hopes, in vain, that you might, soon… appear

As doubt settles in

And closes, the, door

It’s only, to hide, what’s happened, inside

Who’s minding, the store?

Who’s, minding, the stooooooooore?