Well, you come to find out that it's time to turn the music downTroubadour, Troubadour, I sing to youFor some foolish reasonYou're in a dream, you're still believingThat this is what you're born to doBut who knows reallyAnd only time can tellBut really, if there's a rainbowYou can make it tooMay you find your quietMay you find a way to live there by youAs it whispers what you always knewBe very stillAnd if you willThen your heart can find youRight whereyou areYou've wandered farFrom the truth inside you stillYou just wanna be aloneBut everybody's looking at your microphoneTroubadour, what you waiting for?It's showtimeGo and tie that guitarTo the man they think that you areAnd step into the spotlight shineDo you think it showsYou're going through the motionsNobody seems to mindCause your song is a reflectionOf their longing for affectionAnd TroubadourAnd all their faith is blindWhen they bring the curtain downYour afterglowWill last until the clapping is throughYou wonder when they love youWhat do they knowThen you wonder what the hell do you?Can we call you a holy man?If you think that you are freeFrom the lonely sea of handsWho will never let you be?Never let you goyou want to turn to what is real you say it's real if you can feel itso you love and your love becomes a songwhy you keep one lover from the vows you made with all the others when true but all you knowit's wrong but the real you're after ain't a love you manufacture so the audience can sing alongso they'll pay to listen to the traveling musician and his tales are being trod uponstay very still and if you will then your heart can find you right where you areyou've wandered far from the truth inside you stilltrue but alluntil the sun rises againThank you.