Ro James - 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