From the recording Album: The Night Squad's Here
© A & M Craig, 1988.
In 1986, as a keen member of Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club in London, I had the opportunity to join a small group of UK jazz musicians and enthusiasts on an exchange flight to Cuba. Through the agency Cubartista, Ronnie Scott and co-owner Pete King had already showcased Cuban artists such as Arturo Sandoval and the band Irakere, and travel between Europe and Cuba was becoming easier to organise.
I really, really, really wanted to go (just being on a long-haul flight with the hilarious Ronnie Scott would have been amazing) but in 1986 several factors conspired to prevent me. I wrote this song with Al instead.
Lyrics
Everybody in the world
Has something to own up to
Justice traps insomniacs
Let them come and get you
Driving up your street at night
Leaning in your doorway
Cuba's just a dream you had
Waiting for the morning
Shadows on the bedroom wall
Headlights on the ceiling
Just what makes the modern home
Close in on your feelings?
Everybody in the world
Has something to concern you
Cuba's just another word
For nowhere else to turn to
Night flight
Rattles my window pane
I can't sleep for the wind and the rain
And the curtain where moonlight streams
And the Devils that hide in my dreams
Solo
Everybody in the world
Has something to own up to
Justice traps insomniacs
Let them come and get you
Driving up your street at night
Leaning in your doorway
Cuba's just a dream you had
Waiting for the morning