Poor boys blues

Tappin' of boot heels is the sound of my night
Replaced by her breathin' as she left my sight
And I walk and I wonder, to nowhere in the dark
Words from beneath in whispering grief
And this cold catching weather is growing beneath my skin and my vains
And my eyes start to fall, but I cannot sleep

A poor boy's blues
A poor boy's blues
A poor boys blues tonight

I'm sorry, I'm sorry' I'm sorry as hell
I scream from my dream as I see her leave
But she is not here and I am not there
A space in between is the voice of this scene
And the distance now rules and nothing is close
Everything's far. Far from my heart. Far from my heart
And the truth now is killed in a headline of lies

A poor boy's blues
I sing a poor boy's blues
A poor boy's blues

A poor boy's blues
I sing a poor boy's blues tonight