Troubadour Moon

Well, he's up on that hill

Under the troubadour moon

He spins in circles nobody can see, yeah

But he'll never get played

And so he never got paid

And 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

And 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