| The highlight of a low life in the city of rock and rain |
| Being told by some new emperor how to better clothe my shame — |
| Six years to put it together, six more to pull it apart and |
| I won’t go back but I haven’t left yet |
| If you set your mind there’s many ways to get to… |
| It’s a hot headed mountain wears a cap of cooling snow |
| An agent of calamity that stays the domino |
| The ground is cold and stony here but I can make it grow something |
| Happily no vision of me |
| No rosy bed, no weed, no tree |
| A calling of time on this branch of the line |
| I hopped the train and shuffled down the lane to… |
| Nobody tells you which way to go |
| Animals leap across your shadow |
| Makes a change from the preening shallows where you’re lucky if you know |
| One son of a gun among the sons of bitches |
| One white witch in the coven of witches |
| Who won’t tell me what I deserve to get |
| Who’ve bought my shoes but haven’t paid for them yet |
| Or walked a metre let alone a mile |
| Who chose to thieve, I chose exile |