Oh Troubadour Did they ask you why You traversed the street Oh Troubadour Did they even look at your face Or ask your name
(Chorus) How did you respond To the blankness of their eyes How did you respond Oh-oh Troubadour How did you respond To their language of guns, knives Knuckles and boots How did you respond Oh –oh Troubadour Oh- Troubadour Or did you still stubbornly Hope the poetics of humanity Will spread throughout the desert Of their inhumanity Brought by the years of cruel White winter
(Chorus) They might have emptied Your pockets But at least they left The poetry in you They left the poetry in you