Out of Tune

 

 

Half a sheet of paper

in my hand.

in my hand.

Music written on it

for the Band.

for the Band.

If you want to know the facts,

I never learned to play the sax,

But I really, really wish

that I had.

that I had.

Now I really kinda wish

that I had.

 

I looked up to my mother.

"Mom, I want to play."

We met with Mr. Behlke

on the very next day.

He handed me the mouthpiece,

and I could make it squeak,

so I joined up with the Band

in the matter of a week.

 

That school year was a bummer.

My fifth grade teacher stunk.

I had to drop the Band,

or in the classroom, I would flunk.

No longer could I learn the sax

in the old north wing.

The only options left to me

were whistle, hum, or sing.

 

So many years have come and gone

since I've been allowed to play.

I hope that I will play again

before I get too grey.