Dm                        A
And if the conversation's right,
Dm                        A
He'll ask the audience to throw away all his
F#m         Bm
instruments tonight.

Dm                              A
It's all he's known for all his life,
Dm                         A                        F#m
He's got the opera house believin' him that there's just no end
        Bm
They're throwing down all their papers now,
Bm
Knowing not what he sings about,
    D
And casting away the one's who say:

Chorus
A    F#m                D
He's trapped within his ways
    Bm              A
His records and his tapes
  F#m         D         Bm       A 
Appropriate escape from ordinary days.

Dm                            A
They call him line connection aim,
Dm                                    A                       F#m          Bm
They raise the pennants high, they're cheering their new-found hero of the game.
Dm                                  A
But it's all he'll know for all his life,
Dm                             A                       F#m
He burns the opera house, he's telling himself there's just no end
     Bm
He's throwing down all his papers now
Bm
Knowing not what he sings about,
    D
And casting away the ones who say:

Chorus
A    F#m                D
He's trapped within his ways
    Bm              A
His records and his tapes
  F#m         D         Bm       A 
Appropriate escape from ordinary days.