Symphony of Swagger

(huh) Watch the curtains part,

see the smoke clear I spent a season waiting,

now I'm standing right here

No safety net, just a tightrope walk They want the spectacle,

I make 'em stop and talk (ha!)

And the strings start climbing,

up the scale they go

(higher) Feel the tension rising,

waiting for the show

This is the grand design,

the golden stage We turn the corner and we flip the page

(yeah!) With a heavy hand and a lighter heart

We write the finish where we chose to start

They wanted drama, I gave 'em three acts

No fiction here, just a list of cold facts (woo) Sharp punchline,

let the cello breathe

Then bring the bass back to make 'em believe

Fade it out to

the solo keys (shhh)