The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink
I am the king of the blues
I scape the clay off my shoes
And wade down the gutter and the moon
The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts
As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,
Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy
Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon.
Such a long way from home, just me and
The moon is in the gutter
All my plans are flushed down the drain
I wander lonely as a cloud
Over memories at her mound
Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.
| 1 | Brother, My Cup Is Empty |
| 2 | Red Right Hand |
| 3 | The Mercy Seat |
| 4 | God Is in the House |
| 5 | Wanted Man |
| 6 | Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore |
| 7 | Abattoir Blues |
| 8 | Finishing Jubilee Street |
| 9 | Hallelujah |
| 10 | Still In Love |