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