The balladeer waits in the wings Tugging on her dress, tuning her strings All her whiskey faded cigarette blown dreams She brings herself to her own knees with every line so delicate She sings every song that she knows The way that she hears em sad and slow They're never gonna play her on the radio So she hangs in the darkest bars with downtrodden bleeding hearts A guitar man there who knew all the chords Said he needed her to help him find the words The balladeer never loved anybody more It was magic but she worried what if she ran out of the pain She carried round with her so proud She wore it like a queen wears a crown She didn't know who she'd be if she put it down So he brought her to the river where she could wash the trouble From her heart and let...