Was he a good man?Was it a good life?I don’t know, I can’t sayWe’re all surgeons under the knifeWhen we look at ourselves in an honest way Stan Getz is goneI know I’ll feel this way againWhen Miles, too, passes onVoices driven through a hornReflections of the lyric soulThat linger in the place we lovedBefore we all were born Take …
