You came into the picture ever so calmly
With enchanting words of meandering poetry
With your wandering eyes, you told stories of cities and skies
And the way you traveled quickly to avoid all goodbyes

In the midst of all the cars and city lights
And with six strings and the moon
You sang your way into my heart
And I think I may have fallen too soon

Your presence was warmth in a cold winter haze
You were a calm sunset in the blue
It made me want to hold your hand
It made me want to be there for you

But I have heard tales of your adventures
And how you come and go to places without a trace
You pack your bags and disappear
You end up as an illusion of saving grace

So the seasons will change, the tides will turn
We will forget what we're living for
But your song will forever ring in my ears
My wandering troubadour