In the days when music came "quickly from afar" We heard your songs in wonder, (still wonder who you are) You were our teen years of which we can't let go You were our soul's dream - to make that path our own.
The trail it leads us forward through every day of our lives, Moments of despondency, money fears and strife, And though it seems like nothing will ever sort us out, It's alright! (We've Got the Music!)
I want to form new theories, not harbour old beliefs, As if some vinyl gatefold were the only truth I seek, But if I take the easy road by sticking to the script, It's alright! (We've Got the Music!)
When the things that we do get of control, When the stuff we churn out just plugs in the holes in our lives It's time to turn round, time to find a way And if Neal can find God, then what's in it for me? Could I take that same road? Would the truth set me free? We've Got the Music! ___
Part II: Geronimo - The Sharp End Of A Legacy
Always in the darkness but always on the move I stand in your great shadow with nothing left to prove I wait for your attentions like a hapless little boy Who just wants to be like you, who just wants to enjoy Your respect, ah, nothing less!
So did I really waste it, the life I could have led? As a lawyer of a preacher I could have tasted your success Not lost with noisy rock bands on a fire escape in Leeds Struggling with the Hammond and playing 'til my fingers bleed To an empty room? "Ah, it's all change soon! - 'll show em!"
How can your legacy be not written by the ones who follow you? Who follow you to the end of the world? ___
Part III: Trucks And Rugs And Prog And Roll
In the days when music came "quickly from afar" We heard your songs in wonder, (still wonder who you are)
Codpieces and capes, and all the hotel japes, Your name emblazoned on the tops of your three trucks And you're got roadies for you drugs and person rugs But on my French book, I'll still draw your logo late at night To me you're still thin, wearing flares, your hair in graceful flight In the mirror they're old...
In the mirror they're old...but not in the gatefold. ___
Part IV: A Night at Newcastle City Hall in 1971
We're gonna give you "Pictures At An Exhibition"!
And I was there! (Well... I was at school... but I WAS THERE!) And every note they played that night seemed like magic in the air Stuff coming together, stuff that belonged, The critics said "pretentious", oh my God, they were SO wrong! (They are probably right about the RUG) ___
Part V: We've Got The Music! (Reprise)
The trail it leads us forward through every day of our lives, Moments of despondency, money fears and strife, And though it seems like nothing will ever sort us out, It's alright! (We've Got the Music!)
When the things that we do get of control, When the stuff we churn out just plugs in the holes in our lives It's time to turn round, time to find a way And if Neal can find God, then what's in it for me? Could I take that same road? Would the truth set me free? We've Got the Music!