Have you got a fine place to slip to

When you're feeling down

Have you had a week or two

Just to get your troubles down

Found a lot of life and laughter

With a grandfather in the bowery

She had a body of sixteen or seventeen

She had a mind of forty

I met her on a cold day

In a city far away

With the worlds about zero

And I saw at once,

Into her soul

She's gonna call me her hero

Never like a walk in the rain or the lane

I found a lot of death that day

With the grandfather in the bowery

Cause I like her like the world

She had a halo of gold

Told me stories of her life

And the Courage was sublime

Pantomime

I walk the line

Cause you're blind