You ought to know by now
I was mistaken
You sought the truth
You were forsaken
You gotta grow somehow
The blues has a way
Some may call it fate
The news comes today
Seeking solace in sounds anymore
The troubadour sings: reverence, babbling
Signs of anthem come down
Songs of freedom abound
My great escape
Placidity awaits me
Will not abate
They bought a truth somehow
A hand was shaken
Fools lead astray
Soon may awaken
But they need a show right now
Seeking solace in sound anymore
The troubadour sings: reverence, babbling
Signs of anthem come down
Songs of freedom abound
My great escape
Lucidity awaits
Will not abate
You ought to know
You ought to know by now