- Not the troubadour -

i am not the troubadour
that sings of higher places
i am just the hour before the dawn
i can call your name, and i can touch your skin
but i can never make amends

i'm a prisoner of your resource
pained by your seclusion
a ship without a past on a sea of disillusion

it'll be alright she said, it'll be alright
and i said so.....then let it be

i bow before your beauty
i kneel before the sign
but no one says this time i got it right

she lights a path of glory
through fields of saturation
and i will still be here to watch the dawn

it'll be alright she said, it'll be alright
and i said so.....then let it be

is it not i the seeker
with a weary load of questions
that would build a castle just to knock it down?

don't go far away, don't wander from the path
don't strangle it with bare hands ... let it be

it'll be alright she said, it'll be alright
and i said so.....then let it be

© lyrics by Robert Tijuana 2000