National Bank A Recorder In Red Plastic
A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice
I’ve got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is
my first choice
Anyhow it’s up to me to wander around my mind
I keep a steady pace but I soon lose track of time
I lose track of time
Watch me balance a silver string from the bass note
swimming by
It will open a new universe where the earth becomes the
sky
Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?
I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you
how
I almost feel as happy as a boy that happy is
To wake up on my birthday with a present from old Aunt
Liz
A recorder in red plastic and a yellow xylophone
And then an angel on a card that proves that they are
my own
Watch me balance a silver string from the bass note
swimming by
It will open a new universe where the earth becomes the
sky
Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?
I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you
how
Mom wouldn’t you just love to see me now?
I’m finally working with my hands look I’ll show you
how
