A very slow sad ballad, sparse ........ almost empty. Piano/drums/upright bass/vocals/cornet.
piano
vocals
bass
trumpet
poignant
Lyrics
An empty box small enough for your hand to hold
Sits upon an otherwise empty shelf
I might pick it up, look inside
Turn it over, shrug my shoulders
And cast the thing aside
If I was someone else
If I was someone else, I would not be here
I'd be somewhere else, could be anywhere
I wouldn't have this packing case
I might have had the saving grace not to care