

(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)