Walking south along my mouth Through the heart that's hard to start â€I know it's nothingâ€, the woman cried So you're leaving, you did not lie The broken light bulb that's glowing still The morning after the sickness pill And I feel that it will change It will change I think it's going to rain today And I hope that it will change It will change Washing all of my blues away The old drunk man who once had plans No one left now to hold his hand Priests are calling no happy bells Can't make a difference from life to hell He was trapped in a desert Waiting for his friends He was trapped in a desert With no defense And when his will to live had all but gone He found some water to carry on
