Just Jamming

Let’s go! Sophomore year, got my 1920 Conn Old enough to be pop’s horn Grandpa bought it for me at a pawn store I opened up the dusty case Inhaled, it smelled musty When I held the gold plated mouthpiece to my face I played a note and the tone that came out when I'd blow Was a bit pinched but deep enough to reach through a soul The slide came broken, need to fix it Then polish the silver shiney Like this song, with my own spit Now take a deep breath, relax, but keep roaring All we've got is a sax and keyboard But I swear there's a whole orchestra standing behind me All we need’s to lay a chord progression then give the downbeat Sweet strings are singing, though my backs to the wall We get high and skydive together soaring Music's a ride, emotional roller-coaster I'm bleeding out feeling as if my water key’s leaking all over So I'll pick up my trombone Let me tell you what I know This mouthpiece is a bridge to my soul I've control at my fingertips The world can be what it is It don't even matter cause we're just jamming! I wish I could express to you right now What it's like for me trying to express myself These feelings have become part of me And it's hard for me to tear my heart out and bleed ‘Til all of me is inside out Ow, but it's a beautiful pain and you're beautiful Because it's contrasts in life That make beauty, you've healed me I'm giving you my soul, exposed to the bone And although it’s hard I've been compensated ten times over Now all I see is black and white Yet this is what I live for These keys are what keep me breathing Pitch black midnight serenades Have painted over the darkness With the vibrancy and color of your voice All these nights spent alone on my back porch Just one light bulb and the stars watching over You don’t know what you do to me I’m in love with your melody So sing it again to me and set me free So I'll pick up my trombone Let me tell you what I know This mouthpiece is a bridge to my soul I've control at my fingertips The world can be what it is It don't even matter cause we're just jamming! So exposed, leaking pain loudly Condensation seeps from that rain cloud Washing the hue out like you're a paint pallet Rinse your face, watercolors drip to the ground You look at me through those paint stained eyes Don’t worry It's ok, you can keep crying Dampen my shoulder, douse my soul through too The hurt bleeds out of your heart beat That’s tender truth I'm absorbed by your story It's affected my own Don't they say there's a moral to every tale told? While I'm still trying to figure out mine All that matters is in this moment we are so close Resonate over me is my broken plea So numbed by the bitter bite of the cold I just want so bad to get that feeling back into my fingers So I can feel the warmth despite all the snow So I'll pick up my trombone Let me tell you what I know This mouthpiece is a bridge to my soul I've control at my fingertips The world can be what it is It don't even matter cause we're just jamming!