I am just a troubadour
A tried and true believer
If there's nothing that I can live for
I don't want to be here
I wear my heart on my shirtsleeves
And my dark glasses over my eyes
I'm just a roadside flower draped in a fancy dress
From my booth in the broadcasting tower
I send out my s.o.s.
And when I reach into the breach
Of a wandering pair of eyes
I see a,
I'm just a lonely freight train comin'
Hummin' round a hairpin bend
Tryin' to keep my engines runnin'
Till I reach some kind of rainbow's end
I saw you there at the rally down at the city hall
And before you even reached your finale
I'd already started to fall
You say you're just a prairie boy
Neither wealthy, worthy, nor wise