The Naked Troubadour

Things fly past
this boat’s mast
unhand grasped
Think I can make it on my own

Refrain:
Rode full-speed ahead into the night
In everything there I will delight

Waves swirl round
I’m half-drowned
Not ice-bound
And I can make it on my own

Head held high
Smelled word why
Scored bull’s-eye
‘Cause I can make it on my own

Vocal bridge:
…..(Although I know that my arrow flies true
…..Doubt comes like haze in a dene
…..I’ll do much more than some smiles in my room
…..Won’t break me.
…..Can’t fake me.
…..It’s more than a dream…)

Not lonely
Just roamly
I bring me
Somewhere to make it on my own

Envision
Collision
Revision
Won’t have to make it on my own

Final refrain:
Rode hard on the wind into the light
With more wings than two (heightens the flight)
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© Alan Morrison, 2013
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