Lyrics:

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 shirtsleeve
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 clever disguise
I'm just a lonely freight train comin
hummin round a hairpin bend
tryin to keep my engines runnin
til 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