Sugar Highs

One way out of Salzburg |Just a little guy with chocolate covered dreams|Pressure from his daddy to bring home treasures|Like his family's never scene|With his violin and feather pen|His kissed his momma and headed out the door|Down that long and unpaved road |To show the world something they've never scene before||(chorus)|He played, played songs they've never heard|And they stayed, stayed for hours to observe|And he smiled, but the ovation slowly died|They criticized his brilliant mind|They'd see in time he played outside the lines||Note by note stayed up late|And wrote history right before the people's ears|Song by song they took him wrong|It all made little sense for many years|His noise was unfamiliar|But he knew someday someone would understand|So he scribbled on the paper |From his mind to his heart and out his hand||(repeat chorus)||Jupiter's still spinnin' after centuries have spun the earth around|His movie brought him fame, we know his name |Too bad he's 6 feet underground|If the melodies he planted in your mind don't exactly suit your taste|Then everyone likes chocolate|You ought to try the kind with the picture of his face ||He played, played songs they've never heard|And they stayed, stayed for hours to observe|Now he smiles as he conducts up in the sky|Where the angels fly on sugar highs|We all should try to play outside the lines||