Take your cracked violin, let the music begin
And sing like you're Francis Hoboken
If your voice is all shot, still the best that 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
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 song
But what if they're right all along?
Trust what you cannot know
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