There in front it lies,
The football field, your stage
It's where your pour your heart and soul
Like a poet on a page
The judges are ready,
Your heart heart skipps a beat
You pray that your fingers are steady
As your lips and your mouthpiece meet
And suddenly nothing else exists
It is only the world on the field, nothing more
Everything else from your life turns to mists
The music alleviates every sore
You're sharp as a knife, as precise as a laser
Moving exactly in time with the band
Whose lines cut like razors
And seem to suspend time's sand
You go off on an adventure
Through love and through pain
Life's epic thirst quencher
And just when you think you will go quite insane
It's over and you realize
A most curious thing
Those memories you thought you could hold and idealize
Have all curiously taken wing
You walk off the field dazed and confused
What happened out there? You ask
Your feet and your horn were most definitely used
And now in perfect glory you bask.
