The Troubadour Lyrics - Shut Down The Streets - A.c. Newman

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