Maestro Lyrics - Careful What You Dream: Lost Songs And Rarities - Marc Cohn

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