he’s an insecure troubadour
sitting on the ocean floor
telling tales not heard before
and it seems today the tide is low
the more we learn the less we know
his words and song a one man show
night is his day work is his play
words are his pay but they never stay
he’s an insecure troubadour
cries disguised as metaphors
tears sink to the ocean floor
i’m an insecure troubadour
i’ve never been in love before
and i’m ready to walk through the door

INVIA LE CORREZIONI