Ben Sollee Follow

Maestro stepped on the stage
cured up the band
he remembered how it felt
as a younger man.
he tangled her scent
in the reeds of the winds
he painted her green brown eyes
in the trembling strings
he made love to her, all over again
in the shifting breeze of Debussy
'cause when he was more than a man,
he was as he wished to be.
and it had been so long,
but it still came naturally
to the Maestro.

he blocks the guns from their hands,
like shares on the beach
where the cheese and??
can he seas push him downwards
know I did
the only way was on the ?? floor
in an empty hall
that orchestra leaved him years ago
now, he's only a man
on a stage with a stick in his hand.
when he was more than a man,
he was as he wished to be.
it had been so long,
but it still came naturally
to the Maestro.