Take your cracked violin, let the music begin
And sing like you're Francis Hoboken
If your voice is all shot, it?s still the best one you've got
You're a work of art that's broken
See what the blind man paints
Abstract expressionist things
We ride with state--less kings
Dream that our horses have wings
Sleeping on cold stone floors
Engaged in some new noble cause
Stretch out your hands to hold
A grandeur that won't be controlled
INTERLUDE
SOLO
Crazy the mys---tic song
But what if they're right all along
Trust what you can----not know
Pray till your prayers make it so
INTERLUDE
CODA
See what the blind man paints
Abstract expressionist saints
See what the blind man paints
Abstract expressionist saints
(repeat and fade)