So Goes I

So Goes I

I sat down, I cried real hard,

And I saw my ticket to New Orleans

Broken down.

All I had was this trombone

And a few sheets of music,

And I played a mean chord

Of jazz, the blues,

And so the arpeggio runs down.

It runs down, then it runs up.

And then what else does it do?

It runs the fuck back down!

My teachers tried to tell me

To play it straight forward,

But nothing ever compelled me

To do so.

And so goes I, the music man,

So goes I who perpetually plays,

Who perpetually is played,

Yet, regardless,

The music never dies.