A wandering minstrel I - / A thing of shreds and patches.

A king of shreds and patches.

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!

My dad's 56 now and he shreds. He's awesome.

Who are you really, wanderer?" and the answer you have to give,
no matter how dark and cold the world around you is:
"Maybe I'm a King.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.