When the days go drifting backwardsnAnd old friends' voices chew the airnWell, the shells make my get seasicknI know the ocean isn't really living therenAnd pendulum doesn't swing for passionnAnd the even whore can't make those stubborn hands freezenBut sometimes just a soft light lit in a bedroomnCan bring a tired traveller to his kneesnShe said if you come to menI'll make it easynIf you come to menI'll make it easy for younSo when you come to menYou can breathe freelynAnd I'll let you stand a while on my sidenStand a while on my sidenStand a while on my side of the bluesnnWell, praise be to the rolling graveyardsnAnd to the heroes with their necklaces of seaweednCinderella's got to be home before midnightnSo St. Christopher don't ever have to leavenAnd here's a toast to all the furious seasonsnThat went and stole the blood out of baby's cheeksnThough she was a one who always come so close to smilingnShe made crying seem like Christmas EvenAnd she said if you come to menI'll make it easynIf you come to menI'll make it easy for younSo when you come to menYou can breathe freelynAnd I'll let you stand a while on my sidenStand a while on my sidenStand a while on my side of the bluesnnWell tattoo body wrote himself into a fablenThe story of the pine needle and the sheepnThey found him hibernating beneath the coffee tablenIt turned out it was actually a human sleepnAnd the trees forgave the fire that went on burningn'Til hope was all it left when the smoke clearednI'll forgive her body for desertingnSoon as I recall why mine's still herenShe said if you come to menI'll make it easynIf you come to menI'll make it easy for younSo when you come to menYou can breathe freelynAnd I'll let you stand a while on my sidenStand a while on my sidenStand a while on my side of the bluesnnSo the days launch forward, leaving memoriesnDragging swollen clouds across a robin's eggnLike the begger, I know I'm bound to get clean eventuallynIf I just keep walking up and down the streetnUp and the down the street