Wynter Gordon

Lyrics

He's won over the crowd Arms are raised in the air and body are swinged The son of a minister, he's learnt the way of his father Leading us all to believe in this movement And though they know litttle of the german borned army brat The crowd feel that they've travelled the world with him And ended their journey here in New York City, at 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 through an intimate tale about a woman, Or many women in fact Who's beauty, he compares to that of neon light As his lyrics hold us, wih questions never to be asnwered He gives the gift of fantasy The women fantasize while their men take note of all the right things to say, and all the right ways to say them They're fewer minutes left than before And the crowd seems a little bit anxious of what they know will be his last song He stands, takes another swig, and began his hit, Pledge Allegance A song that in this moment, seems more directed at his adoring fans than at his muse The seconds seems to speed up, and we meet him at the final height of the song They are depths in his voice that echo pain, though his stature implies resilience He leaves the stage carny and alone But we are with him We have joined the movement and we're along for the ride His songs will lead us to our own realisations and revelations, like all the classic before them Cadillacs