A.C. Newman - The Troubadour

You walk the broken stones alone
Sunlight calculates its form
Some quick shadow you didn't want
Ideas spinning in your arms
Could it be we won
And all the various wraps of promise have been verged
The troubadour is here, you heard
The youngest son alive, it's first
About to learn, about to burst
I'm still turning from the worst
Going right to your flight
It was too late one night
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
Too late to be what you were just before
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
Or you couldn't know that you've been there before
The trap being reckless since he failed
Hold lock gold a certain trail
The lesson's taken all away
Been all and counting what you may
And there's nothing left been paid
A kid is gone, a kid is gone
For to one day and makes me smile
It will take time along the while
The country in is from the old
You're flashing, growing old
Going right to your flight
It was too late one night
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
Too late to be what you were just before
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
Or you couldn't know that you've been there before
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
To let you be what you were just before
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
Stop me at the door
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door
Stop me at the door