Ballad of the Troubadour

Some people just can’t understand

About the fire that burns inside a man

To want to bear his soul across state lines tonight

But there are things out there that don’t compare

It ain’t 9 to 5, it’s truth or dare

It’s a melancholy werewolf kinda life

But when the lights go down and the curtains part    

And the music really hits its mark

The Ballad of the Troubadour

On the endless search for something more

A song that lasts forever

Might make the world a little better

Every time he leaves his home

With a guitar into parts unknown

A tear falls from the corner of his eye 

His wife and child just stand and wave

As his taxi slowly pulls away

And he reminds himself it’s worth the sacrifice

Down every road to every show

It's the only life he’s ever known

The Ballad of the Troubadour

On the endless search for something more

A song that lasts forever

Might make the world a little better

Now what’s the music mean to you        

Is it worth all that it puts him through

Let’s raise a glass to a heart so pure   

The Ballad of the Troubadour

From the blank page to the studio

To the first time on the radio

The words reach out and won’t let go

The Ballad of the Troubadour

On the endless search for something more

A song that lasts forever

Might make the world a little better

What’s the music mean to you        

Is it worth all that it puts him through

Let’s raise a glass to a heart so pure   

The Ballad of the Troubadour

The Ballad of the Troubadour