My Clarinet

I should have stayed playing my clarinet
I could have made it
I could have made it playing big halls in an all-
Negro band
I never should have left the town that
I knew so well
San Diego can't you tell?
I could have made it playing my clarinet
I hang around people
I used to gawk at
In magazines,
I was fifteen and it all seemed so far away
I'd get my kicks from singing "Money" in an old garage
On Serenac
Street I'm tired and
I'm scared and
I want to go home again
You probably think
I'm kidding and you're probably right
I feel like the
Z in xylophone tonight
And I keep looking for an answer but
I can't put up a fight
It all seems so long ago...when
I... I should have stayed playing my clarinet
I could have made it
I could have made it playing big halls in an all-
Negro band
I should have gone to college instead of watching
TV All day in my bathrobe
I could have made it playing my clarinet
I should have made it playing my clarinet