Well, I moved back there and got a series of jobs in restaurants and warehouses
Then I got a ob as a delivery driver and my route took me there
I met her while she was in the kitchen, watching TV and drinking beer
My friends say that a prostitute has no heart, instead she's run by money and ease
But to me it's a lost and spinning world full of unquestionable brutality
And from the East blow uncertainty,
And from the North blows complete despair
And from the South blows alcohol,
And from the West hope and repair
She would call me form an outside phone, and we'd meet on her days off
Then she left that place with only a bag of clothes and came to live with me at my apartment,
The streets surrounding my apartment are surrounded by warehouses, buildings and stores, and there's so many people that it's a sea, and still hardly anyone do I know
But she and I would sit in the bathtub, watch TV and drink beer
And she said she loved me, and she said she would stay with me
And months went on, and she barely left my place she lived off her savings,
The I came home one night to everything broken and ruined
All her things were gone, and everything I owned was in a pile
Covered in gasoline
And the sheets on the bed were covered in blood
All the sheets were covered in blood
Oh to me it's a lost and spinning world,
A lost and spinning world
And from the East blow uncertainty,
And from the North blows complete despair
And from the South blows alcohol,
And from the West hope and repair