I was kicking stones down by the river Listening to the call of the wild When you approached from the other direction I sang you the song of the motherless child You could say I'm a starry-eyed dreamer You could say I'm a troubadour of old You could say I'm a soldier of fortune (High plains drifter) Or a prospector digging for gold Outside the castle a lady-in-waiting Had her application denied She said, "That's a bitter pill to swallow Just when I was hitting my stride" I saw a man who took to the high wire Looked like he was dying to please He waved to the crowd below Then he fell with the greatest of ease I've seen spirit horses with blood on their saddles Angels with blue white wings Or maybe I'm a trickster And I've actually seen none of these things I'll give you twenty-five dollars And then I'll give you twenty-five more If you can answer this question What am I talking to you for?