Take your cracked violin, let the music begin And sing like you're Francis Hoboken If your voice is all shot, still the best that you've got You're a work of art that's broken
See what the blind man paints Abstract expressionist saints We ride with stateless kings Dream that our horses have wings Sleeping on cold stone floors Engaged in some new noble cause Stretch out your hands to hold A grandeur that won't be controlled
This is the list of impossible things We're on the list of impossible things High on the list of impossible things
Crazy the mystic song But what if they're right all along? Trust what you cannot know Pray till your prayers make it so
This is the list of impossible things We're on the list of impossible things High on the list of impossible things