Lyrics

v1
everybody's killin' time until the next big show
everyone got traded out to where they want need to go
everyone's a one act play left standin' in the rain
everyone's a turncoat with a turnstile on his pain
everyone's a workin' stiff with orders how to listen
everyone's a weathervane on what they're really missin'
chorus
everyone's a troubador at least within their mind
puling words and music from the tenor of the times
start your engines if you're willin'
you may be the next Bob Dylan
v2
doctor's been in line since tuesday waiting for good tickets
lawyers want an autograph to frame so they can trick us
rock star's a corporation spinning for the crowd
board room china rattles when the guitar's too loud
no one hears the music cause the venue's choked with spies
no one lives for something nothing's filled with lies
chorus
everyone's a troubador at least within their mind
puling broken bodies from the wreckage of the times
start your engines if you're willin'
you may be the next Bob Dylan
v3
there're bridges in music, bridges need to be built
guitars they ain't girders--blood, like music, must be spilt
moses sold the mountain threre's no prophet on the hill
exodus has patents on a new forgetting pill
the air is tight and humid, that's an artificial chill
your skin is chilled on wilderness, the doctor has your bill
chorus
everyone's a troubador at least within their mind
puling broken bodies from the wreckage of the times
start your engines if you're willin'
you may be the next Bob Dylan
v4
everyone's an accident waiting for a happnin'
no one cracks a book no more it's all about toe tappin'
spinning dials on weekly idols just to tear them down
hammerin' the straight man just to elevate the clown
searching for lost innocence within the lost and found
no one turned him in cause god went underground
chorus
everyone's a troubador at least within their mind
puling words and music from the tenor of the times
start your engines if you're willin'
you may be the next Bob Dylan
v5
who will risk the journey full of questions all alone?
whose slow hand will rise to free the angel from the stone
how many bad actors dance atop a headless pin
how many good liars are still tryin' to get in
who will find religion in the age of superman
who will guard the temple when the lion stalks the lamb
chorus
everyone's a troubador at least within their mind
everybody's giving up on finding their own rhyme
start your engines if you're willin'
you may be the next Bob Dylan
v6
my thoughts drift back to yesterday, the time not the song
the day my dady shook his head and saw me headed wrong
his words they echo here today like ghosts within the notes
perhaps you feel his presence from the lump within my throat
yes, i know, he's long since dead
clear as day here's what he said
chorus
son you are a troubador at least within your mind
puling words and music from the wreckage of these times
buy yourself an old guitar
practice all your trillin'
and maybe then you'll be the next Bob Dylan