I am just a boy
Though my story's seldom
I have squandered my resistance
For a of mumbles
Such are promises
All and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to
And disregards the

When I left my home and my
I was no than a boy
In the company of
In the quiet of a railway
Running
Laying low, seeking out the quarters
Where the ragged go
Looking for the places only they would
Lie-la-lie...

Asking only workman's
I come looking for a
But I get no
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh
I do declare there were when I was so lonesome
I took some there
Lie-la-lie...

Now the are rolling by me
They are rocking
I am than I once was
And than I'll be
That's not
No, it isn't
changes upon changes
We are more or less the
changes we are
More or less the

Then I'm laying out my winter
Wishing I was
Going home
Where the New York City aren't bleeding me
me to going home

In the clearing stands a
And a fighter by his
And he the reminders
Of every that laid him down
Or cut him till he out
In his anger and his
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still
Lie-la-lie...