The Maestro Says It's Mozart But It

My Friends Are Gone And My Hair Is Grey. I Ache In Places I Used To Play. And I’m Crazy For Love But I’m Not Coming On. I’m Just Paying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song.

I Guess You Go For Nothing, If You Really Want To Go That Far.

I Can't Run No More With That Lawless Crowd While The Killers In High Places Say Their Prayers Out Loud. But They've Summoned, They've Summoned Up A Thundercloud And They're Going To Hear From Me. Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring Forget Your Perfect Offering There Is A Crack In Everything That's How The Light Gets In.

The Dreamers Ride Against The Men Of Action. Oh See The Men Of Action Falling Back.

Ah, Grief Makes Us Precise!