• All of these bright lights
    Nothing, but a single stage
    The time is right
    All this for the human race

    A man in black
    A conductor’s wand as his sword,
    Never looking back
    Eyes never on the floor

    Raising his arm
    His fight has begun
    Sweet as a charm,
    Faster than a gun,

    The music is gone,
    A second of the grace of God.