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 |