You can feel the sun go down
Holes in your soles and nothing in your pockets
Grinning at the edge of town

Sow the yard with broken bottles
Find a message now and then
Lose the key in a patch of nettles
Never find that door again

Don't you whistle when the wind is rising
Don't tell a chicken who's got the knife
Don't you ask for drink on credit
Don't look twice at any man's wife

The Stars are hard, it's a long December
Bait your line on a frozen pool
All the things you can't remember
Spring will thaw them out, the fool

Buried round behind the chapel
All tied up with a piece of string
A photograph of Greta Garbo
Rabbit's foot and a curtain ring