The singing man arrives into the town
Riding on his horse of heart and harmony
Recognition around him ricochets, rebounds
Of unfulfilled desire and ingrained compromise

Before the crowd he strips his torso bare
To show his scars, some fear what he's revealing
Some point and laugh, some sigh and some just stare
To see taboo ignored and custom compromised

And when he comes to leave
Some are shaken some are healed
He parts from something that is changed
But the catalyst remains the same

The people think they know him from his song
It's echoes of their history that reverberate
They feed upon his madness 'til he's gone
Unaltered down the trail unto his compromise

And when he comes to leave…