I went to a jazz festival with my nephew and thought it would be interesting to try to make up a jazz song.
Lyrics
I019m always looking through the window
To find what I can see
I019m always looking through the window
to a different time I want to be
Let019s take a walk through my old home town
It019s falling down around my knees
There used to be a lot of noisy houses
Somebody chopped down all trees
Why can019t things stay the same
Why do people have to die?
