Everything Else

Mozart was crazy
Flat fucking crazy
Bat shit, I hear.

But his music's not crazy
It's balanced, it's nimble
It's crystalline clear.

There's harmony, logic
You listen to these
You don't hear his doubts
Or his debts or disease.

You scan through the score
And put fingers on keys
And you play
And everything else goes away
Everything else goes away.

And you play 'til it's perfect
You play 'til you ache
You play 'til the strings or your fingernails break.

So you'll rock that recital
And get into Yale
So you won't feel so sick
And you won't look so pale.

'Cause you've got your full ride
And you're early admit
So you're done with this school
And with all of this shit.

And you graduate early
You're gone as of May
And there's nothing your paranoid parents can say.

And you know that it's just a sonata away
And you play
And you play.

And everything else goes away
Everything else goes away
Everything else goes away.