Leafing through the morningnDawn's on me this way its not fairnTheres a cold yet distant old mannPatiently waitingnTapping long nails on his chairnnAnd I feel it back to frontnAnd front to backnWears me out to dream of livingnI feel it back to frontnAnd front to backnIt courses through me though I'm leavingnnThe one got all around menAs a pious multitude in townBut the spending is not savingnStill while the worrynTo choose the one way we can grownnAnd I feel it back to frontnFront to backnWears me out to dream of livingnWell I feel it back to frontnAnd front to backnIt courses through me though I'm leavingnnBack to frontnAnd front to backnBack to frontnAnd front to backnBack to frontnAnd front to backnI not got long to go on drinkingnDrinking drinking