Sitting by a broken window, up in a back room, swallowing wine

Gazing down a backstreet garden with my bed, chair, table and wine

Looks like I'm going nowhere, but nowhere's where I am

Guess I'll always be a backstreet, broken man

Oh, broken man, oh, yeah, broken man Calling out my name and number as I was walking out of my cell

Louie gave me back my wallet, he nearly dropped my picture of Nell

Drinking gets you nowhere, but nowhere's where I am

Guess I'll always be a backstreet, broken man, oh, yeah

Oh, broken man, oh, yeah, backstreet, broken man Early on a Sunday morning, as I was walking on down the lane

Someone said, I beg your pardon and I was sure I knew her name

She was going somewhere, but nowhere's where I ran

Guess I'll always be a backstreet, broken man, oh, that's where I am

Guess I'm gonna stay a backstreet, broken man