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
I walk the line