We make thrones of choir chairs Scepters of microphones And crowns with the hands that clap our praise When feuds are fought in fickle pews We fix them with a song or two a Hush the whispers with a And the murmurs with a fugue But what if I were deaf and blind What if I were mute If I didn't play the music If I couldn't sing the tune I guess I'd sit beside the palace gate Feel the rumble of the church brigade And only have my love to offer you Roll out the red carpet Sound the trumpet-here's the soloist She's the queen of all the hearts in the front row While the back row sits with jaws clenched Ever mindful of their candidate They're waiting for the day she's overthrown But what if I were deaf and blind What if I were mute If I didn't play the music If I couldn't sing the tune I guess I'd sit beside the palace gate Feel the rumble of the church brigade And only have my love to offer you I admit that I've been swept away By pomp and politics Taken a place in the parade But what if I were deaf and blind What if I were mute If I didn't play the music If I couldn't sing the tune I guess I'd sit beside the palace gate Feel the rumble of the church brigade And only have my love to offer you