All the bums are out and they are up to it again

Yelling at each other right outside the window pane

Buying smokes for minors, just to keep the change

Baby, hold that old time feeling just another day

Noises from the alley echoing a lazy croon

Toothless men with crates of empties, whistling a tune

If I'm rolling in a stretch of mire to cover up a stain

Where's it going, sugar darling?

How long can it take?

And I dreamed that I was old

And she looked the same

I walked past all the concrete and I looked up at thе sky

I fixed my gaze upon an image of hеr in my mind

When wild thoughts are ravaged by abody cold and tame

You throw it down and pick it up and then do it again