I'm thirsty for good old fashion wrong There are many voices that are never heard at all Mozart died a pauper, but he didn't go in vain Take solice in his knowledge of the cusp & the wane Hard living may steal the best of me I've burned the candle as bright as it can be William Blake was ridiculoled & seldom used his name He forced his part untroubled by the cusp & the wane Let's hear it for the underdogs we skipped the heart of them One more cheer for the underdogs who never played the game Sweet madness, it never felt so true Living bored of lightning that sparks out of the blue You have always loved me, even when I've been insane Thanks for riding with me on the cusp & the wane