His mind was lost at sea
Curtains torn and dead
Couple of bucks left to his name
The name who couldn't live up to it
Wealth comes in many moods
No one wants to be poor
Either from a broken heart or a notice on the door
Give him bread and water
Do you need your silver and gold
In a world where every precious feeling
Gonna be either bought or sold
He wanders through your back streets
He's around where you grew up
Looks at the same blue sky
Waits at the same bus stop
Man, it's a struggle
Another sleepless night
Puts both hands upon his chest
Alone he cries,
"Farewell to my sisters
To my brothers too
Farewell to friends
I'm sorry I never held onto you
Goodbye to all the sweethearts
The ones who have forgotten about me
I set fire to most of those bridges
But I'll see you in my dreams"