Candle In The Wind 2008

Music by Elton John & Bernie Taupin
Lyrics by Corey Gross

To premiere April 9, 2008 at Radio City Music Hall in New York City as Sir Elton John performs concert to raise funds for the Presidential campaign of Senator Hillary Clinton


Thank you Madame Senator
For being so great
Your plane touched down in Bosnia
While the snipers lay in wait

You want to reform the health care
While your opponent does not dare
His pastor is so crazy
Yet you are the one he says is unfair

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a President meant-to-be
From Park Ridge to Wellesley
You were more noble than any "he."

I would like to vote for you
But I am not allowed
When you are President
America will be so proud

All those years you suffered
In the backwoods of Little Rock
You are entitled to the Oval Office
This election should be a lock

Oh, Hillary, we will never forget your grace
When at the White House you kept it together
But probably slapped Bill across the face

Come next January, at the Ball you will dance
This time, your husband better be sure to keep it in his pants

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a President born-to-be
Through the good times and the drama
You are more qualified than Barack Obama

In 2004, you came to New York
Oh, the Junior Senator, the people made you
All across the state
From the Puerto Rican to the Hasidic Jew

Now on the campaign trail
The people look and scream "it's her!"
She makes everyone forget
About former Governor Spitzer

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a President-destined-to be
Those who oppose you shall be rendered moot
We really need you, our leader in a pantsuit

Your thirty-five years of work
Will not pass by in vain
There is no way you will allow
That rookie to be clobbered by John McCain

They say you don't have the delegates
The blogs, pundits, and the jackals
But by the time you leave Denver
You will have had the final cackle

For when the call comes at 3 am
You are the one to pick up the phone
The snipers could not stop you
You are America's own

With Hillary, the children will be safe and sound tomorrow
If we all listen to Geraldine Ferraro

And it seems to me you live your life
Like a President meant to be
To go to the White House, the Senate you must depart
But your supporters know, you are a socialist deep in your heart