The Minstrel Ian & Sylvia

[Verse 1]
I am the lonely minstrel, come reward me for my tale
All my comrades are insane or else they are in jail
And my story does not shame me, though my life is not the best
I have no respect for heroes, they are misfits like the rest
There's no place
For a conqueror's sword
In the mind of a man
Who is easily bored

[Verse 2]
There is no use to tell me what I havе or what I need
My greatest admiration are for mеn who were deceased
And the lies that have contorted us are no excuse to lose
The precious time we have in life and everything we do
Every day
Makes no sense to say
That somebody else
Can make you lose your way

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Never was another man
Given more than what you have
And if you find the one who has
He'll trade his place with you just like that