Troubadour of the Stars

He's got Jupiter and Mars on one guitar. He plays the Milky Way, make you wanna stay.(Wanna stay wanna stay wanna stay) Fly through the stars. Light up old bars. Bring them to life. With a guitar night. Channels the dead without being read with music instead it's how we're all fed Troubador of days troubador or night he's set wings bringing in the night got a viking face and a fiddlers grace he's your nightstand when the ground can't hold you up anymore and the big dark world swallows up half of your floor. Call the troubador. He'll play out the war call the troubador he'll give you more . And when morning comes sleep in your eye toss him a coin and wave a good bye for the star get swept back up straight in the sky and a small warmth burns the dark cloud in your life He's got Jupiter and Mars on one guitar. He plays the Milky Way, make you wanna stay.(Wanna stay wanna stay wanna stay) He's got Jupiter and Mars on one guitar. He plays the Milky Way, make you wanna stay.(Wanna stay wanna stay wanna stay)