Insecure Troubadour

He’s an insecure troubadour
Sitting on the ocean floor
Telling tales not heard before

And it seems today the tide is low
The more we learn the less we know
His words and song a one man show

Night is his day, work is his play
Words are his pay, but they never stay

He’s an insecure troubadour
Cries disguised as metaphors
Tears sink to the ocean floor

I’m an insecure troubadour
I’ve never been in love before
And I’m ready to walk through the door