You haven't washed your face in days
And your cotton shirt is holy
You used to live your life so fast
Now you find the days drag slowly
The only one that you adore
Turns your warm heart ice berg blue
You blame it on the bottle now
Boy has this town crippled you
No gulls flying
No fishes swimming
Just lower end boys
And forlorn women
It's cold at the sailor's rest
And you're king of all that's lowly
You're praying on a phantom check
And the river's smiling coldly
You want the life you can't afford
After all that you've been through
Soon it will be over
Boy has this town crippled you
No gulls flying
No fishes swimming
Just lower end boys
And forlorn women
Man and baby
And storm cloud weather
Who counts your blessings
Now and forever