WHEN I FORGET TO SING
Stumbling out of
the starting gate an hour late
Got to get to work
by 8
Running and racing
and frantic that I’ll miss my bus
Lord, I hope the
driver waits.
Out the house, I
make the light; it’s lookin’ good;
Start the final
hundred yard dash—
A car speeds by,
and my new suit
Is drenched with
one great splash!
Chorus:
When I forget to
sing, every little thing goes flooey.
When I forget to
sing, every little thing goes flat.
Singing is where I
belong;
It makes right
what had been wrong,
Makes that sun
come out
Just like that.
Maybe I’ve
bitten off more than I could ever chew,
Biggest show I’ve
done so far
Worrying, nervous,
frantic--can I do it all?
Write, produce,
rehearse, and star?
Dress rehersal
come and gone, it went just fine,
Morning of the
first big show,
A calm voice on
the radio
Predicts a
blizzard snow
c 2002, Rachel
Nelson
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