Songtexte Troubadour Song - David Blue

I light a smoke, I wait for the train, I see the face of my love once again.
I take the trip, arrive on time, greeted by no one I not recognize.
The hotel looks cheap, the food is poor, my room is a cold one and I lock the door.
Come to me now you who will find me waiting alone the past behind me.
I am the future you crave secretly so many have loved me so perfectly, many have loved me so perfectly.
I am the poet who sings of love, I am the man who cries never enough.
My bed is broken, my god forsaken.
I dream of the angels I ever have taken.
Mercy is mine, to give as I please.
I wait for the hour, the hour of sleep.
Come to me now, you who will find me waiting alone the past behind me.
I am the future you crave secretly so many have loved me so perfectly, many have love me so perfectly.