Waiting for the Patron Video (MV)

If you're waiting for a reason
If you're counting on a call
If you're prayin' for a patron
To pave the way and roll the ball
You'll grow old before it comes
Like sand inside the glass
Every day the pages turn
While you just sit and let it pass
Years they come, and years they go
While you lie low at home
29 and in your prime, but who could ever know?
Till the light breaks overhead
Shines upon your face again
Medici's dead, get out of bed, and get it while you can
If you're waiting for a reason
If you're counting on a call
If you pray for some great patron
To pave the way and roll the ball
You'll grow old before it comes
Precious sand inside the glass
Every day the pages turn
While you just sit and let it pass
Years they come, and years they go
While you lie low at home
29 and in your prime, but who could ever know?
Till the light breaks overhead
Shines upon you once again
Medici's dead, get out of bed, and get it while you can
I put the show on hold
Lived in peace with my music, and you, and our happy little home
But culture won't be slowed
Shakes you down while you sleep
Turn around, see it leavin' you behind
Years they come, and years they go
While you lie low at home
29 and in your prime, but who the hell could know?
Till the light breaks overhead
Shines upon you yet again
Medici's dead, get out of bed, and get it while-