Hello Jimmy ,,I mean Mr. Miller and his found sound -1956

The notes you wrote in my mind ,they were sound
Not only could I hear them I could see them
In the corners and under the piano seat
The trombone lead ,everybody’s wearing tweed
Standing again in my shoes I feel just the same
I followed myself until I saw it was pointless
I catch up with me ,it’ll be just Unfamiliar
Pretend I don’t recognize anything
That I can’t see ,it’s Me