Sittin' in the Albert Hall,
won't someone take me high
The confines of this dome
are not the ideal home for the mu sic
Wanted somewhere to grieve,
but I was young and naïve
Now as the years roll by,
That your heart was an image
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
Now let's break this tour
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
and that's what's bothering me
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
This music won't take you higher
And that's what's bothering me
His music won't take you higher
And that's what's bothering me
His music won't take you higher
I'm gonna swing it, swing it, swing it, swing it