A.C. Newman - The Troubadour lyrics

You walk the broken stones still warm, the sunlight calculates its form Some quick shadow newly worn, the idea spinning in your arms Could it be we've won? At 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 From the fight and the flight that was too late one night That stopped me at the door, that stopped me at the door Too late to be what you were just before It 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 fades, 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 till one day it makes you smile It will take time, a long, long while, the country's in its dream of gold You're flashing young and old You're going right to your flight, it's leaving tonight It stopped me at the door, it stopped me at the door Oh, you couldn't know unless you've been there before It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door Too late to be what you were just before It stopped me at the door, stopped me at the door