Maestro

He's a hollow man in a dead land He's a fool with men for change He's a hot shot, in his high rise A glass of wine and a lady by his side The city is drunk on the money he's burnt Yet, he still prays these whispered words Of things all good 'cause I'm not dead yet Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh He's a warrior, and a fighter He's a fool with a twisted smile In his bloodstream, runs the story Of a maestro caught loose in the hands of misuse The city is drunk on the money he's burnt Yet, he still prays these whispered words Of things all good 'cause I'm not dead yet Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Look at your maestro, all alone and growing old Look at your poor soul, oh, all alone in your city of gold All our finery, left in pieces on the floor What a sight to see, he waved away my words All our finery, left in pieces on the floor What a sight to see, what a sight to see All our finery, left in pieces on the floor What a sight to see he waved away my words in search of something more What a sight to see he waved away my words in search of something more Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold Look at you maestro Look at your poor soul