Oh I, never intend to, make a breakthrough Few gold, lives they just intend to, intertwine you Well I was born just past November Shelf-life short and empty weather Salieri poisoning, the movie scenes, glamorize me And should I stop to look around To smell the roses on the ground To hear the birds up in the trees The magic flutes and swayin' trees Oh he, never expects to, see this day through Good luck, favors the holy, nothing is in me Well he was born just past the wetland Born to write like he intends to Inspiration from divine He aims the notes up in the sky Well he was born from history books The movies and the catchy hooks The rest of us don't stand a chance To supersede the setting trend You tried, gaining the strengths to, find him in you Maybe, he was just made to, find and break you Well scared they roll up in a ball Their lives go quick, their sons get taller Their daughters marry diplomats They wage the wars, aristocratic Tendencies to keep away Things used to be inside their brain And no more room for pioneers Sonatas for eternal ears They live their lives their whole way through Until they stop to see them move The sun has set so long ago And everything they've got to know Is gone and loudly, only fear Is hard to act in out of fear But ups and downs erratic change The motions can be kind of strange