Jens Lekman - Postcard #20 lyrics

May 17th, 2015 On the [?] Umeå ferry While we were drinking our morning coffee A troubadour came on and played some old Eric Clapton Followed by the lonely sound of nobody clapping And you said, "Why do you think he's doing this?" And I opened my mouth full of prejudice And said, "He probably had dreams of making it big." A bit narrow-minded of me, I have to admit But I been wondering each night of this tour What would it be like if nobody listened anymore Would I still write songs and would I still sing? Would music still have the same meaning? I don't think I could sit on a ferry plane For turned backs and blank faces half-sleeping So what drives this man to keep going? And just then, as if he'd been listening The troubadour sang, and I'm quoting "Ain't got no bars to tell me what to do I'm a troubadour, that's what I do Ain't got no bars to tell me what to do I'm a music man and that's what I do Ain't got no bars to tell me what to do I'm a troubadour, that's what I do I ain't got no bars to tell me what to do I'm a music man, that's what I do I ain't got no bars to tell me what to do I'm a troubadour...