I came to a tavern where I was the only man

they served me a drink and gave me a hand

they whispered sweet nothings for the world to hear

I looked in their eyes and only saw fear

they said “lead on my son, its time you left here”

so I left that tavern, one broken man

who could barely stand

I climbed up a mountain to see what I saw

I knew what came before me and I knew what to explore

the clouds were lined in silver 

the streets were lined in gold

my life was lined in patched cords

and my story was untold

I sang my story to a an old man in the dark

when I was done he asked if I was Joan of arc

I shook my head, that he did not see

and then he told me that I would never be free

I left that man in the darkness there

and with him I left my hope and despair.