Take your cracked violin Let the music begin And sing like you're Francis Hoboken If your voice is all shot It's still the best one you've got You're a work of art that's broken See what the blind man paints Abstract expressionist saints We ride with stateless kings And dream that our horses have wings Sleeping on cold stone floors Engaged in some new noble cause Stretch out your hands to hold A grandeur that won't be controlled This is the list of impossible things We're on the list of impossible things High on the list of impossible things Crazy the mystic's song But what if they're right all along Trust what you cannot know And pray till your prayers make it so This is the list of impossible things We're on the list of impossible things High on the list of impossible things See what the blind man paints Abstract expressionist saints See what the blind man paints Abstract expressionist saints See what the blind man paints Abstract expressionist saints