Sittin' %s left me last night,
We waiting by the corner door,
With sweet release filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each this morning shares a story,
Of hard times come and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand...