The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard When I was young When I was young Smoked my first cigarette
White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the
I don't hear your knock upon my door I don't have your lovin' anymore Since you been gone I'm hurtin' inside Well, I want you, baby, by my side, yeah
Midnight finds me cryin' Day time finds me cryin' too I've got to get out of town This whole city just brings me down, yeah Gotta get away Gotta get