Marc Cohn - Maestro

I used to watch him every night Under his piano light With scores laid out like secret charts String and reed and trumpet parts I, tucked in tight beneath the sheets No coughing crowd, no concert seats Just the dead of night and the Rite of Spring A mind for sleepy listening Listening to the Maestro Oh, the Maestro I know lightning splits a thousand trees And thunder rolls like timpanis But where does all the music go? Do you know the Maestro? And after all the curtain calls The limos and the concert halls Won't you climb your stairs tonight And turn on that piano light And I'm listening to the Maestro... yeah Oh, the Maestro I know lightning splits a thousand trees And thunder rolls like timpanis But where does all the music go? Hey do you know the Maestro? ...Maestro ...Maestro