• Band is different
    But it’s still not a class
    There’s not as much laughter
    It’s hard to get passed
    And though it changed
    And I’m not sure how
    I’ll ever like it as much
    I will not put my instrument down

    And there is a pause
    I look around
    My old jazz band friends
    The ones who get how
    Important this piece of metal is
    And the significant of a reed
    And though the music has stopped
    We do not put our instruments down

    School will end soon
    We’ll take different paths
    And college will be over
    And so will the band
    But I know one thing
    That’s sure as can be
    I will never put my instrument down

    And times will get rough
    Money may be scarce
    Love still has not found me
    And dreams seem of the passed
    I’m sure this time will come
    But I swear on my life
    That never will I even dream
    Of putting my instrument down

    And war will knock
    Upon my skull
    Pleading and begging
    For the others’ fall
    The way to stop a war
    Is to loose
    And though they will ask me
    To tell them the opposite
    I stand by
    What I say
    So when they want
    To ship me away
    And fill my hands with a gun
    I will not put my instrument down
    I will not put my instrument down
    I will not put my instrument down
    I will not put my instrument down