A Troubadour's Lament

I stroll down Western Boulevard and breathe the midnight air The whispering of strangers tell of secrets always shared The music in my head, it plays a solitary tune Telling of a man who finds his way to rack and ruin A story of a fleeting love that ended back in June A longing for the kind of girl I never really knew A morning song is playing from the trees at early dawn To me and just some old stray cat that's sitting on the lawn I'm thinkin' 'bout a life lived in another place and time Where I don't have to sing the same old tune night after night But if I can find inspiration to tell my Story in a rhyme if you've an ear to lend I give to you my troubadour's lament A second hand mentality will trade the new for old A trick that bears repeating when you're further down the road But a second hand moves quickly, sweeping everything aside Cos time don't have a conscience, doesn't care about your pride Ask anyone who had a dream that set them on their way They'll all have different stories but the endings stays the same We'll never get to where we think the road was sure to end The journey is what matters, so please fare thee well my friend And if I can find inspiration to tell my Story in a rhyme if you've an ear to lend I give to you my troubadour's lament The early hours of morning seem to wrap me in their shade Drawing me away from the mistakes that I have made A full moon has descended now and faded from my view Memories swirl around my head of things I wish were true I'm living cheap and easy but my rent is overdue Its closing time here at the famous old last chance saloon I think I got here yesterday, I'm guessing around noon I may just have to leave before too soon But if I can find inspiration to tell my Story in a rhyme I hope its time well spent Cos this is what I do to try and get by I need a new song that can be my Story in a rhyme, if you've an ear to lend I really hope u think that it's been time well spent I give to you my troubadour's lament