Oh Lord, oh LordSometimes I feel like cryingOh but I have

Hearing nowThe sound of the waves breaking on the shoreFeel that

Ain't got no timeFor trouble talkLife is too damned badYou got

I got a hobo loveSure can't tie me downNow I got

We've been togetherFor oh so longDon't care whateverWho's right or wrongI've

White god standingBy the breaking wavesThirty pieces of silverEverybody gaveYou drop

She shines her light where just beforeThere was only - cold

He sits upon the empty sandAnd gazes up to the endless

Radio speaker - radio bleepPut it on hard disc -See it

I come home from workI see my little girlShe's crying on

Misty eyes on a misty dayCome across a place like this

Sing a song of love to meSing out, sing outShe's the

sitting at the crosswayTrying to keep my cool with

It's all become a fantasyShe sits and reads about Tiffany'sI moan

Sometimes I think I go insaneSo what's a boy supposed to

Born and raised in wildernessOf suburban shops and schoolsHow she tried

She's back real late yet she don't seem to careShe hangs

driving home for ChristmasOh, I can't wait to see those

In the silence of the side streetIn the whisper of the

still on a highwayI saw a woman by