I'm Late

To a song I probably won’t play
And it got me to thinking
‘Bout the one that got away
And I was gonna write it down
But I couldn’t find a pen
And I thought I had the time to muse
But when I was supposed to play forgot when
So I’m coming to you tonight
A little delayed upon this stage
And I hope you will forgive me
For I tried my best today
And I tried so hard to please you
But you know the muse is king
And I’m the subject of a bloody tyrant
Who uses me for his little plaything
So I threw my shit up in my truck
Jumped in and cranked the key
And I headed down the road still late
But only fashionably
But I forgot my favorite harmonica
The one in the key of E
The one that goes so perfectly with the song that I was practicing
Before I had to leave
Yeah I’m the subject of a bloody tyrant
Who tugs on my little heartstrings