time to tune up
why’s the pit so sparse?
you can’t make music if you don’t have heart
the show’s about to start
it should be a symphony
but the timpani, it’s not drumming
the conductor, when’s she coming?
and the audience
they expect you to perform
they expect to feel reborn
they lack respect
don’t feel so torn
the violins will be bright
bows dancing in the light
the boom of the bass will be just right
and it’ll all move in unison, what a sight
but the conductor, when’s she coming?
she’s the one who put it all together
the pieces, the piece, the peace
but she’s lost
it should all come together
but at what cost?
the show must go on
we must hear her song