The Troubadour Songtext / Lyric

You walk the broken stones still warm, the sunlight calculates its form

Some quick shadow newly worn, the idea spinning in your arms

Could it be we've won?



At the various routes of promise have converged

The troubadour is here, you heard, the youngest son, alive with firsts

About to learn, about to burst, but still turning from the worst



From the fight and the flight that was too late one night

That stopped me at the door, that stopped me at the door

Too late to be what you were just before

It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door

Oh, you couldn't know unless you'd been there before






The child king recklessness it fades, floored like all the service trays

The nurses take them all away, you're all done counting what you've made

It is enough and nothing, paid



A kiss is blown, a kiss to cry for till one day it makes you smile

It will take time, a long, long while, the country's in its dream of gold

You're flashing young and old



You're going right to your flight, it's leaving tonight

It stopped me at the door, it stopped me at the door

Oh, you couldn't know unless you've been there before

It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door

Too late to be what you were just before



It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door