Sometimes in the evening I start to
get that feeling I'm empty inside.
And although I'm doing good now,
tonight I'm heading downtown by the riverside.
I'll be underneath the freeway with some old
friends from the old days and a bottle of wine.
He used to call me big time,
said one day that I'd shine.
Said it's a sinless time,
I keep yourself to yourself.
And keep your bedroll dry.
And like you never could tell,
who I could shadow hide.
I keep running around the crib,
pick up whatever you can find.
There ain't no place to fall,
I'll be your back to the wall.
Your back to the wall.
Well, it's getting old and showing it.
And when I asked him how it's going,
it said it seemed better, I guess.
I've been bringing on, I've been frozen.
But this here's a life I've chosen,
wasn't for loneliness.
The river suits me to the tee when you're trying to raise a family,
ain't the place to be.
There's a kid down on the dump,
there ought to be a great skull somewhere.
Now he hangs out with me.
I keep yourself to yourself.
And keep your bedroll dry.
And like you never could tell,
who I could shadow hide.
I keep running around the crib,
pick up whatever you can find.
There ain't no place to fall,
I'll be your back to the wall.
I finished off the bottle and I said,
Joe, I better be heading back uptown.
It was late and I've been drinking,
I've been driving home, I got to thinking,
bad what's been going down.
Because I know there's something on Wall Street
and they're trying to keep it upbeat,
I guess they just don't care.
And on the river,
eyes are burning,
they can feel the tables turning,
if you wind
up down there.
I keep yourself to yourself.
And keep your bedroll dry.
And like you never could tell,
who I could shadow hide.
I keep running around the crib,
pick up whatever you can find.
There ain't no place to fall,
I'll be your back to the wall.