I used to watch him every night
Under his piano light
With scores laid out like secret charts
String and reed and trumpet parts
I, tucked in tight beneath the sheets
No coughing crowd, no concert seats
Just the dead of night and the Rite of Spring
A mind for sleepy listening
Listening to the Maestro
Oh, the Maestro
I know lightning splits a thousand trees
And thunder rolls like timpanis
But where does all the music go?
Do you know the Maestro?
And after all the curtain calls
The limos and the concert halls
Won't you climb your stairs tonight
And turn on that piano light
And I'm listening to the Maestro... yeah.
Oh, the Maestro
I know lightning splits a thousand trees
And thunder rolls like timpanis
But where does all the music go?
Hey do you know the Maestro?
...Maestro
...Maestro
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