Lyrics
Well, he's up on that hill, under the troubadour moon
He spins in circles nobody can see
But he'll never get played and so he never got paid
And now the people, they get everything for free
But he doesn't need a son, and he doesn't need a reason
Because he never wed the girl in California
Never fled somewhere a little warmer
Never thought he'd be living in a bedsit now
Never bought the second home in Paris
Never saw the aurora borealis
Never get to see his face on a billboard now
Under a troubadour moon
But he's living hand to mouth
He's pulling night shifts when he can
It's a bitch when you find out you're just an ordinary man
Well, he's up on that hill, under a troubadour moon
He's writing songs no one will ever hear
And as soon as he's done, the guitar says, "We've got another live one"
Clairaudients hear music loud and clear
And when the bottle is done, he opens up a new one
Because he never played to 20,000 faces
Never get to rub shoulders with the greatest
Never get to reach legendary status now
Under a troubadour moon
He spins in circles nobody can see
But he'll never get played and so he never got paid
And now the people, they get everything for free
But he doesn't need a son, and he doesn't need a reason
Because he never wed the girl in California
Never fled somewhere a little warmer
Never thought he'd be living in a bedsit now
Never bought the second home in Paris
Never saw the aurora borealis
Never get to see his face on a billboard now
Under a troubadour moon
But he's living hand to mouth
He's pulling night shifts when he can
It's a bitch when you find out you're just an ordinary man
Well, he's up on that hill, under a troubadour moon
He's writing songs no one will ever hear
And as soon as he's done, the guitar says, "We've got another live one"
Clairaudients hear music loud and clear
And when the bottle is done, he opens up a new one
Because he never played to 20,000 faces
Never get to rub shoulders with the greatest
Never get to reach legendary status now
Under a troubadour moon