The Moon Is In The Gutter
The moon is in the gutterAnd the stars wash down the sinkI am the king of the bluesI scrape the clay off my shoesAnd wade down the gutter and the moon
The moon blinds my eye with opal cataractsAs I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks,Leaping over the gully where I would one day take LucyThen wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon
Such a long way from home, just me andThe moon is in the gutterAll my plans are flushed down the drainI wander lonely as a cloudOver memories at her moundThen lie down in the bitter gutter moon