If you're sad, feeling low And you've got nowhere to go you make mistakes and you never learn Now you've got nowhere to turn Don't be scared, I have a plan I know a place, I know the man Cowboy boots and back catalogue White Russians and a monologue Put him on, turn it up, and rip him off A hired guitar and no fixed abode A howl and a suspended chord A broken heart, a swinging door, the open road When you're lost follow Robin down To the darkness where he hangs around You can hear him sing his songs Of how he bounced off woman Where it all went wrong Screaming at the dreamers, holding up a light In the darkness If you're ever stuck In the middle of the night You can't get out You don't believe in light well there is hope like there is hell It's like going home It's like getting well