Digging For Gold

I was kicking stones down by the river
 Listening to the call of the wild
 When you approached from the other direction
 I sang you the song of the motherless child
 You could say I'm a starry-eyed dreamer
 You could say I'm a troubadour of old
 You could say I'm a soldier of fortune
 (high plains drifter)
 Or a prospector digging for gold
 Outside the castle a lady-in-waiting
 Had her application denied
 She said, "That's a bitter pill to swallow
 Just when I was hitting my stride"
 I saw a man who took to the high wire
 Looked like he was dying to please
 He waved to the crowd below
 Then he fell with the greatest of ease
 I've seen spirit horses with blood on their saddles
 Angels with blue white wings
 Or maybe I'm a trickster
 And I've actually seen none of these things
 I'll give you twenty-five dollars
 And then I'll give you twenty-five more
 If you can answer this question
 What am I talking to you for?