(rod stewart, ron wood) Woken up on mornings such as this Thought exactly the same as i'm thinking now. Every night for a year i've slept alone. Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no Got a fear of d**h that creeps on every night. I know i won't die soon, but then again i might, Water down the drain, i'm wasting away. Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me Water down the drain goes to the sea, The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me. Moisture from the ocean fills the sky, Come on down to the ground as the time goes by I never found out the reason why My parents had to lie About the place that i was born Or from my hometown i was torn At the tender age of four I was livin' by homemade law