The Troubadour

You walk the broken stones still warm

Sunlight calculates its form

Some quick shadow, newly-worn

Ideas spinning in your arms

Could it be we've won?

And all 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

Fa la la la

From the fight and flight

That was too late one night:

Stopped me at the door

Stopped me at the door

Too late to be what you were just before

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 failed

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 'til one day it makes you smile

It will take time, a long, long while

The country in its dream of gold

You're flashing, young and old

La la la

You're going right to your flight

It's leaving tonight

Stopped me at the door

Stopped me at the door

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

Stopped me at the door

Stopped me at the door

Too late to be what you were just before

Stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door