Sax in the Cafeteria

I'm wearing thrifted flannel,

boots too big for my feet Watching you hold that brass case

across the street

You're tall and cool,

a whole different crowd Playing that golden instrument so proud

And you don't even know,

you're blocks away

Lost in the jazz and the melodies you play

But my heart is beating to a different tune Under the morning

sun in the middle of June

Then Tuesday at lunch,

we sat by the stairs

You walked right past with your wind-blown hair

My best friend laughed and she shouted your name

'Hey mister brass player,

look who's to blame!'

(oh my god, stop!)

And now you finally know,

you looked my way

With that giant brass case,

you didn't run away

And my heart is beating to a different tune

Right there at lunch in the middle of June

(could this be real?) (yeah,

yeah) Maybe the flannel and the brass can fit (perfect match)

Yeah, we're making a brand new hit