There's a grey transparence in this city
when it's slightly misty
And no one can run
'cause they spent all of
their money on alcohol 'n junk
Like you did little man sat in the corner
waiting for an epiphany of some sort
As you spit and babble it all away to Jesus
or some other spirit floating in your smoke
You know you're gonna die pretty soon now
but you keep on smiling at your thoughts
And your leftover loose pennies
that you can just about clutch in those dirty
curled up claws still carefully counted
they only amount to three more sips of ale
before I saw water well up in your eyes
you told the same story to me
And I think you may be the reason
for me to recreate my soul
Say goodbye each time you leave
Old Rock they call me crazy too
But you've got fifty years on me
But I don't know what it is to
become more than to be sitting
right there by that empty glass
you have left me
It was all so much better back in your day
it was all so romantic back where you lived
In the bedsit you grew marijuana
and took pride in your record player
I sit dreaming of you as a young man
before the smoke and liquor turned you grey
before you all looked exactly the same to me
I see myself looking through a dusty mirror at me
after my babies after my husbands
after I lose my loved ones
When I grow into a different person
yes I'm gonna write every single one of your words
I'll write every single one of your words
I'll write every single one of your words
I'll write I'll write
Oh that I I think there be a reason for me
to recreate my soul
Say goodbye each time you leave
Old Rock they call me crazy too
but you've got fifty years on me
But I don't know what it is to
become more than to be sitting
right there by that empty glass
you have left me
Old Rock they call me crazy too
but you've got fifty years on me
I don't know what it is to
become more than to be sitting
right there by that empty glass
you have left me