Walking south along my mouthThrough the heart that's hard to
startI know it's nothing the woman criedSo you're
leaving you did not lieThe broken light bulb that's glowing
stillThe morning after the sickness pillAnd i feel that it will
changeIt will changeI think it's going to rain todayAnd i
hope that it will changeIt will changeWashing all of my blues
awayThe old drunk man who once had plansNo one left now to hold
his handPriests are calling no happy bellsCan't make a
difference from life to hellHe was trapped in a desertWaiting
for his friendsHe was trapped in a desertWith no defenceAnd when
his will to live had all but goneHe found some water to carry
on