Flashing 'cross the prairie
In an uncontrollable rage
Living every vision
You find on your way to the grave
Looking for a reason
The world turned its back on you
Hoping that your message
Somehow makes it through
You're a minstrel boy
Howling at the moon
Troubadour singing a well–worn tune
Faded painting of some other place
See the tears of joy
Running down your face
'Cause you know
That you got to keep pushing on
You know that you got to always
Sing your song
Some day it may take you
To where you really need to be
Where roman candle people explode
Across the night so beautifully
If you read a good book
You never want the words to end
If you lead a good life
You probably want to live it
Again and again
Don't worry 'bout movin' on
To some higher plane
Give all the love you got inside
Never stop to take down names
You got gypsy patterns
In every line of your face
Chiseled there are the memories
That can't be erased
And you find it so easy these days
To keep your faith
When the things
You love the most
Return to you some day
For now you know
That you got to keep pushing on
You know that you got to always
Sing your song
Some day may take you
To where you really need to be
Where roman candle people explode
Across the night so beautifully
You're a minstrel boy howling at the moon
Minstrel boy howling at the moon
Minstrel boy howling at the moon
Well known troubadour
Singing a well–worn tune
Minstrel boy
Howling at the moon