Troubadour Moon

Well, he's up on that hill Under the troubadour moon He spins in circles nobody can see, yeah But he never got played And so he never got paid Now the people, they get everything for free, yeah But he doesn't need a son And he doesn't need a reason 'Cause he never wed the girl in California Never fled somewhere a little warmer Never thought he'd be living in a bedsit now And he never bought the second home in Paris Never saw the aurora borealis Never get to see his face on a billboard now Under a troubadour moon Under a troubadour moon But he's living hand to mouth He's pulling night shifts when he can It's a bitch when you find out You're just an ordinary man Well, he's up on that hill Under a troubadour moon He's writing songs no one will ever hear And as soon as he's done The guitar says, "We've got another live one" Clairaudients hear music loud and clear When the bottle is done He opens up a new one 'Cause he never wed the girl in California Never fled somewhere a little warmer Never thought he'd be living in a bedsit now And he never played to twenty thousand faces Never get to rub shoulders with the greatest Never get to reach legendary status now Under a troubadour moon Under a troubadour moon Under a troubadour moon Under a troubadour moon