Its pouring rain and freezing cold,
these city streets aren't paved with gold,
I'm sleeping rough and growing old,
and "move along" I'm getting told,
by a friendly policeman.

Haven't had a bite to eat,
frostbite fingers, blistered feet,
people passing on the street,
as I look for shelter.

why did I leave why did we split,
should have made a go of it,
all my fault I now admit,
I cheated on my dearest.

Don't pity me as you walk by,
just take a look and wonder why,
how I wish that I would die,
no more living on the streets.