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Troubadour Awakening
by Kevin Luthy
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Balance and paradox
Fire and ice
The world is getting overcrowded
So slow down and be nice
Falling down a staircase of words in the night
Stepping out in the rain to grab some smokes and a bite
Listen to the howling wind, moaning to a vagabond moon
Not gonna miss the train this time too soon
Wishes fall flat
Climbing broken dreams by candlelight
There's a troubadour awakening in the air tonight
Stopping waves of sound with sheer will
Wilting vines
Big picture of an imaginary scene, across lines
A hazy dream came to halt, and circled back around
Meanwhile a few miles up the highway, adventure was found
Endless nights, just walking in circles around smoke filled rooms
Sleeping on couches, listening to conversations of lives in tombs
Another troubadour steps from behind a great twisting tree
Sparks in the eyes
There's a machine shop inside his brain
Working late into the night, new ideas beginning to manifest
Everything unfolds all at once, universal engine hitting on all cylinders again
Balance and paradox
Fire and ice
The world is getting overcrowded
So slow down and be nice
Falling down a staircase of words in the night
Stepping out in the rain to grab some smokes and a bite
Listen to the howling wind, moaning to a vagabond moon
Not gonna miss the train this time too soon
Wishes fall flat
Climbing broken dreams by candlelight
There's a troubadour awakening in the air tonight
Stopping waves of sound with sheer will
Wilting vines
Big picture of an imaginary scene, across lines
A hazy dream came to halt, and circled back around
Meanwhile a few miles up the highway, adventure was found
Endless nights, just walking in circles around smoke filled rooms
Sleeping on couches, listening to conversations of lives in tombs
Another troubadour steps from behind a great twisting tree
Sparks in the eyes
There's a machine shop inside his brain
Working late into the night, new ideas beginning to manifest
Everything unfolds all at once, universal engine hitting on all cylinders again
