Flashing 'cross the prairie In an uncontrollable rage Living every vision You find on your way to the grave Looking for a reason The world turned its back on you Hoping that your message Somehow makes it through You're a minstrel boy Howling at the moon Troubadour singing a well–worn tune Faded painting of some other place See the tears of joy Running down your face 'Cause you know That you got to keep pushing on You know that you got to always Sing your song Some day it may take you To where you really need to be Where roman candle people explode Across the night so beautifully If you read a good book You never want the words to end If you lead a good life You probably want to live it Again and again Don't worry 'bout movin' on To some higher plane Give all the love you got inside Never stop to take down names You got gypsy patterns In every line of your face Chiseled there are the memories That can't be erased And you find it so easy these days To keep your faith When the things You love the most Return to you some day For now you know That you got to keep pushing on You know that you got to always Sing your song Some day may take you To where you really need to be Where roman candle people explode Across the night so beautifully You're a minstrel boy howling at the moon Minstrel boy howling at the moon Minstrel boy howling at the moon Well known troubadour Singing a well–worn tune Minstrel boy Howling at the moon