We make thrones of choir chairs
Scepters of microphones
And crowns with the hands that clap our praise
When feuds are fought in fickle pews
We fix them with a song or two a
Hush the whispers with a chorus
And the murmurs with a fugue
But what if I were deaf and blind
What if I were mute
If I didn't play the music
If I couldn't sing the tune
I guess I'd sit beside the palace gate
Feel the rumble of the church brigade
And only have my love to offer you
Roll out the red carpet
Sound the trumpet-here's the soloist
She's the queen of all the hearts in the front row
While the back row sits with jaws clenched
Ever mindful of their candidate
They're waiting for the day she's overthrown
But what if I were deaf and blind
What if I were mute
If I didn't play the music
If I couldn't sing the tune
I guess I'd sit beside the palace gate
Feel the rumble of the church brigade
And only have my love to offer you
I admit that I've been swept away
By pomp and politics
Taken a place in the parade
But what if I were deaf and blind
What if I were mute
If I didn't play the music
If I couldn't sing the tune
I guess I'd sit beside the palace gate
Feel the rumble of the church brigade
And only have my love to offer you