[NARRATION]    He could have stayed there the entire night   For to him music was the voice of god   For it never needed translation   And could lift up lives that were often quite hard     But then he heard a different kind of music   From somewhere else close by   And he followed the trail of those new notes   Till he found himself outside     The notes led him to a blues bar   That was right next to the hotel   And the angel watched some lonely people enter it   And wondered if this   Was where all the lonely people did dwell     Then another guardian angel   Who happened to be near   Told him about the old blues bar   And whispered in his ear     "here the tragically beautiful   And the beautifully tragic   Drift through this night   In a last quest for magic     Their faces are masks   That so artfully disguise   The wounds in their hearts   The scars in their eyes     Now these scars in their eyes   Never hurt, never bleed   But like cracks in a mirror   They distort all they see     For when the heart's an open wound   Its greatest threat, i fear   Is that the salt rubbed into it   Does come from one's own tears     Now there are many places on this earth   That one thinks that god has forgot   But one can often find an angel or a saint   Where one assumes angels and saints are not"     And then the other angel reminded him   Of their lord's point of view   "you'll know them not by how they appear   You'll know them by what they do"     So when the next patron went inside   The angel followed him undetected   But what he found within that bar   Was not quite what he expected     There was an old piano player there   Playing with a honky-tonk sound   And everyone who entered that place depressed   That piano player turned their night around     And one by one he'd draw each person   Out of their self-imposed cage   And before they realized it   He had them singing on the stage     [CHRISTMAS NIGHTS IN BLUE]    Just another night in new york city   Snow comes down looks real pretty   Don't know how but suddenly there you are   With jelly roll morton playin' for the bar     Inside here, lights are low   But each song has its own glow   As he floats them through that smokey air   You just can't believe he's really there     How old is he?   Cannot say   But claims he taught cab calloway   And on this night i somehow believe him   Knows every song that christmas got   Even ones my brain has dropped   Just him and that old fir tree   All lit up this night   Electric blue     Just another night in new york city   Snow comes down looks real pretty   Can't believe but suddenly there you are   Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar   Suddenly, all are laughin'   This night's smart, always craftin'   Building bridges nearly everywhere   Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs     Outside the colored lights they bleed   For snow is white and colors need   As it just comes down like pure salvation   It offers all its amnesty   And makes your neighbor different see   By the light of that fir tree   And this old bar   Electrified in blue     I gotta drop dead simple   Childhood view of salvation   Perhaps that's how it was always meant to be   And the more i add up all this information   It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me     So you look around till you find a phone   Then you call your mom and everyone at home   And the bar looks on and they start to cheer   When you talk to folks you haven't seen in years     And the snow comes down   And the children play   And they pray to god   It never goes away   And a childhood prayer   Should never be denied   As the night rolls on   Till it's carolized     Carolized   Carolized   Carolized   Carolized     And on this tree   The lights are done   But the colors here are down one   I guess it kind of fits the situation   Ornaments still shining bright   Watch them glitter in the light   Just this old fir tree and me   All lit up this night   Electric blue