Western Ford Gateway
It's hard to feel what's in your headWhere the gas lamps growAnd the garbage blowsAround the paper stands
And a baby criedAnd I saw a lightAnd I wondered whereAnd I wondered whyThere'd be a loss of lifeDown here tonight
Down on Western Ford GatewayThat's a place where the dead sayThat a man lives no moreThat his fair share of daysDown on Western Ford Gateway
It flowed upon the cobbled floorFor the bottle's deadAnd they're drunk againBy the tavern door