Hand-Me-Down Tune

I dreamt of a suit a suit so fine

I dressed my words in

Sewn and tailor made with song in mind made of melody

Stitched by threads of notes with perfect pitch, perfectly composed

Sound in tune and key, a code of rhythm, and harmony

But when I awoke my coat was worn and my words were plain

Each song that

I sang all the notes were wrong and poorly played

Both my sleeves had holes, my knees were patched, my shoes needed soles

No clever disguise no way to hide my offensive tone

But I, I wish for you more than

I can give, than

I can doYeah you, you deserve the best an anthem not my hand-me-down tune

Yeah you, you deserve the best an anthem not my hand-me-down tune