At four o'clock in the morning
I finally put down my guitar
Left the night to silence
And walked out of the bar
The shattered night
Lay scattered on the street
As I walked my crooked way
Between the LeftBank and my sleep
Travelling that distance
Just like a ragged ghost
I watched as the sky was stripped
Of its dark and ragged coat
And on Stapleton Road
As light shone on the windows
I stumbled in through my door
Once again...