Of Morrison, Elvis and Lennon
stands the shadow of their name,
Mercury, Joplin and Mr. Nelson
all heroes of fallen fame,
We'll, there's Marley, Croce, Holley, Mamma Cass,
oh, Carpenter, Vallens and Gaye,
Mr. Gibb, Bon Scott, Lynott and Marriot,
you know they all took the midnight train.

They were shot down with the bullets of time,
Yeah, phantoms forever young,
They couldn't slow down,
Well, maybe they knew,
Yeah, was this the thing they were born to do?

In the lap of legends, monuments of man,
it's the state of the arts,
With a jaded vision, get it while you can
on the crossway to the stars.

Robert Johnson, Rhodes and Hendrix,
yeah, they're making all the noise,
With Stevie Ray Vaughn and Duane Allmond,
You know we lost those Skynard boys,
Well, there's Bonham, Wilson and Buddy Rich
and, no, we can't forget Keith Moon,
Well, their names are written in the wind,
struck with an immortal wound.

They were shot down with the bullets of time,
Yeah, phantoms forever young,
They couldn't slow down,
When it's said and done
Heaven waits for another immortal song.

In the lap of legends, monuments of man,
it's the state of the arts,
With a jaded vision, get it while you can
on the crossway to the stars,
In the lap of legends, monuments of man,
it's the state of the arts,
With a jaded vision, get it while you can
on the crossway to the stars.

In the lap of legends, monuments of man,
it's the state of the arts,
With a jaded vision, get it while you can
on the crossway to the stars,
In the lap of legends, monuments of man,
it's the state of the arts,
With a jaded vision, get it while you can
on the crossway to the stars.