From way back here on the bandstand
She looked like a goddess in the lights
At some point in the set she'd turn her face and glance my way most nights
I'd take a little solo, I'd play for her, she'd smile, return the favor
I'd make the sweetest love to her with every semiquaver
"There's a sadness in your playing," she said
"That penetrates my bones
Something in your intonation, something in your tone
Always understated, never overblown
My name for you is Sad Trombone
Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone."
It seemed like she'd found the secret key to my soul
And gathered up my broken life and somehow made me whole
We'd share a room together, my bandmates were all green
And they warned me 'bout some story in a movie they'd all seen
"There's a sadness in your playing," she said
"That penetrates my bones
Something in your intonation, something in your tone
Always understated, never overblown
while
warned
understated
until
together
third
things
sweetest
story
start
something
somehow
sliding
share
seemed
toast
secret
scraps
sadness
ticket
return
reached
stops
probably
point
playing
semiquaver
overblown
outfit
notes
whole
desperate
heard
heartbeat
counts
curtains
searching
count
money
choice
deeper
after
bandstand
close
bandmates
intonation
always
aimlessly
every
flown
sinking
nights
coast
little
bones
better
green
baritone
thrown
favor
butter
offer
guess
found
coffee
gathered
deepest
music
broken
never
glance
penetrates
goddess
night
hotel
light
trombone
lights
lonely
looked
smile
comes
major
minor
morning
stone
movie
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