Ro James - Wynter Gordon lyrics

rate me

Ears are over the crowd

Arms are raised in the air and bodies are sweat

The son of a minister, he’s learned the ways of his father

Leading us all to believe

And know they know little of the German army brat

The crowd feels that they travelled the journey with him

And ended the journey here in New York City

With this perfect moment

Sitting on a stool near the edge of the stage his eyes meet the crowd

And he takes them on one more ride

About the tale of a woman who’s beauty he compares to that of the

Because the gift of fantasy

While the men take notes of all the right things to say

And all the right ways to say them

There are fewer minutes left than before

And the crowd seems a bit anxious

For what they know will be his last song

He stands, takes another swig

And begins his hit, pleads allegiance

A song that in this moment

Seems more directed at his adoring fans

That hat of his muse

The seconds seem to speed up

And we meet him at the final of the song

There are depths in his voice that echo pain

Tough his stature implies resilience

He leaves the stage calmly and alone

But we are with him

We’ve joined the movement and we’re along for the ride

His songs will lead us to our own realization and revelations

Like all the classics before them

Cadillac