Oh the neon lights were flashin' and the icy wind did blow. The water seeped into his shoes and the drizzle turned to snow. His eyes were red, his hopes were dead and the wine was runnin' low.
With a lady like devotion. She sails the bitter ocean. If it wasn't for lovesick sailors. There'd be nothin' left but flotsam. . Singin' why, oh my, is there a better man than I?.
When I walk the hill so high. Around the town where I was born. New York seems so far away. Though I was there just yesterday. . I have played on my guitar.
Hey you, upon this ship of fools. I have found you bending your own rules. Thank you, I don't mind if I do. Dream a while of the lovin' that we knew. .
In this land of chance do we know right from wrong. Even at a glance we know the road is long. We don't owe a single thing to anyone. . Most of us do not believe in come what may.
I go in for singing, I do it for my pay. But the kind of gig I can really dig is swiggin' at the break of day. With a few good friends and neighbors into playin' the nighttime tunes.