The troubadour

Night falls like a blanket upon a city that never sleeps
I've got a head full of dreams that I just can't live down
Heading home I turn a corner and hear a sound I haven't heard in years
Something that's always been there I just can't remember where
Memories of places I've never seen
The cold cuts deep into his bones
The wind cuts deep into his thoughts
But still his fingers cut deep into the soul
Twin stars flicker in the night they carry eahc other trough the sky, tonight
Heading home I turn a corner and hear a sound I haven't heard in years
Something that's always been there I just can't remember where
Memories of places I've never seen
The cold cuts deep into his bones
The wind cuts deep into his thoughts
But still his fingers cut deep into the soul
No one sees him walk away into the night
No one sees that he gets home tonight, tonight
The cold cuts deep into his bones
The wind cuts deep into his thoughts
But still his fingers cut deep into the soul