Mozart was crazy
Totally crazy
Bunkers, I hear
But his music's not crazy
It's balanced, it's nimble
It's crystalline clear
There's harmony, logic
You listen to these
You don't hear his doubts
Or his debts or disease
You scan through the score
And put fingers on keys
And you play
And everything else goes away
Everything else goes away
And you play 'til it's perfect
You play 'til you ache
You play 'til the strings or your fingernails break
So you'll rock that recital
And get into Yale
So you won't feel so sick
And you won't look so pale
'Cause you've got your full ride
And you're early admit
So you're done with this town
And with all of this regret
And you graduate early
You're gone as of May
And there's nothing your desperate mother can say
And you know that it's just a sonata away
And you play
And you play
And everything else goes away
Everything else goes away
Everything else goes away