Minstrel Boy Howling at the Moon

Flashing 'cross the prairie
 In an uncontrollable rage
 Living every vision
 You find on your way to the grave
 Looking for a reason
 The world turned its back on you
 Hoping that your message
 Somehow makes it through
 You're a minstrel boy
 Howling at the moon
 Troubadour singing a well–worn tune
 Faded painting of some other place
 See the tears of joy
 Running down your face
 'Cause you know
 That you got to keep pushing on
 You know that you got to always
 Sing your song
 Some day it may take you
 To where you really need to be
 Where roman candle people explode
 Across the night so beautifully
 If you read a good book
 You never want the words to end
 If you lead a good life
 You probably want to live it
 Again and again
 Don't worry 'bout movin' on
 To some higher plane
 Give all the love you got inside
 Never stop to take down names
 You got gypsy patterns
 In every line of your face
 Chiseled there are the memories
 That can't be erased
 And you find it so easy these days
 To keep your faith
 When the things
 You love the most
 Return to you some day
 For now you know
 That you got to keep pushing on
 You know that you got to always
 Sing your song
 Some day may take you
 To where you really need to be
 Where roman candle people explode
 Across the night so beautifully
 You're a minstrel boy howling at the moon
 Minstrel boy howling at the moon
 Minstrel boy howling at the moon
 Well known troubadour
 Singing a well–worn tune
 Minstrel boy
 Howling at the moon