Four and twenty years ago I come into this life
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and I want to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman?
Can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away?
Is she gone?
Morning comes,
the sun rise And I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and the devil's in my head
I embrace the many-coloured East
I grow weary of the torment
Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing
That my life would simply cease
