[Verso 2]
He's a warrior and a fighter
He's a fool with a twisted smile
In his bloodstream, runs the story
Of a maestro cut loose in the hands of misuse
[Pre Coro]
The city is drunk on the money he's burnt
Yet he still prays these whispered words
Of 'things are good cause I'm not dead yet'
[Coro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold
[Puente]
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, he waved away my words
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, what a sight to see
All our finery, left in pieces on the floor
What a sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more
A sight to see, he waved away my words in search of something more
[Coro]
Look at you maestro, all alone and growing old
Look at your poor soul, all alone in your city of gold
Look at you maestro, look at your poor soul