I'd found me a girl, with gold on her head
And a drink in her teeth, and a white feather bed
But I turned to find out that her eyes had gone red

I'd buy me a drink if I thought it'd help
And I'd go tell a priest, but he'd send me to He**
I'm looking for arms without alms or something to sell

I'd go hit up the town, but it might hit back
I couldn't take another blow, or stand another crack
I'm looking for arms that hold pleasure and take nothing back

I'm going to wring out my hat
And get drunk on the rain
I will stand in the tracks
Feel the beat of the train
Follow rainbow-filled puddles
And gutters that flow in the streets

I'll feel the dirt on my hands
And the blood on my knees
I'll take off my shoes
And run at the breeze
Hear the song in the sun
And the whispers that blow through the trees

Oh and I would be a happy man
If only I were walking, hand-in-hand with you,
And I'd never need another thing
If only it were you
If only it were me I'd be happy

But this catastrophe
Leaves me
broken and alone
Frozen in the road
In the cold, cold, cold