Greg Brown - Cold+Dark+Wet lyrics

I fell in love like a drunk in a pond That twisted gal of whom I was fond She found a new man on the internet Wham I'm spam and it's cold and dark and wet Tell me what is a fella supposed to do When a car costs what a house used to And a house is a pile of chipboard, paint, and debt I'm at the city limits and it's cold and dark and wet Big rig rolling over me in a blizzard I'm living on beans and chicken gizzards One day I was young, the next day I was old Late November, it's wet and dark and cold Jobs, I guess they're like wild geese They all went flying overseas I'm standing in the rain smoking my last cigarette Morning in America is cold and dark and wet Christmas lights are going up I could use a little joy juice in my cup Life is not a walk across the park Not when it's wet and cold and dark