Small Things

I only know some small things She was speaking to the saxophone in an intimate way All because she saw in the saxophone a kindred spirit Oh, the saxophone was old I only know some small things She was speaking to the saxophone in an intimate way All because she saw in the saxophone a kindred spirit The saxophone was old It played fancy all over for many years But when it spoke simply she could see its metal neck relax Any time the saxophone played a few repeating notes An intervallic twist or just a simple triplet Repeated some of that over and over She felt a harmony emerge I know some medium sized stuff too But it's the chewable things that I really trust When you make broad connections I tend to blur I think it's neurological And the saxophone said Dajiba, dajiba, dajiba, dajiba Dajiba, dajiba, baba, dajiba Dajiba, baba "Maybe so", she sighed That even small stuff is really hard to say