Lasts

I'm ready to leave,

but I'm not.

I'm ready to be done with lasts,

And ready find new firsts.

I'm ready to leave,

but I'm not.

If it weren't for the band,

I would leave without tears,

Only sad to leave my friends,

And mourn for my childhood.

If it weren't for band,

I would leave without tears,

But now I can’t help but cry.

Our last concert is tonight.

I cried for the end of marching,

With hope of the fun year to come,

But now that year is over,

I realize my whole life,

I’ve looked forward this,

And now that it’s here,

I want to go back.

Soon I'll have my first game with the Tiger marching band,

In a land far from home.

Soon I'll have my first concert in the orchestra,

As one of their only oboes.

But before I know it,

I'll mourn my tiger marching band,

And give my last concert in the orchestra.

I’ll be ready to leave,

But not,

Thinking that if it weren’t for the band,

I would leave without tears.

Oh how time flies by,

And we are powerless to catch it!

I'll think to where it all started,

In my own dear high school band,

That I tearfully leave today,

That will never be the same again.

I'm ready to leave,

but I'm really not.

I'm ready to be done with lasts,

And ready to find new firsts.

I'm ready to leave,

but I'm not.