Your skin is cold, but the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired

We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind

You broke my heart Danny Boy, not your fault Danny Boy
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God

Day comes, I wake
I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place

We sit and chat, chat about New York and trips to the bayou 
My smile, a trick 
Tricking me and trying not to scare you 
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind 

You broke my heart Danny Boy, not your fault Danny Boy 
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God 
Oh, I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a fourset
Had like poor Job in the Bible by God