Song Of A Drunken Nighingale

Every time I turn
Someone tryin' to make somebody burn
Everywhere you look around
Someone's tryin' to screw you into the ground
Roses are blue, violets are red
I'm waking up in a shadowy bed

And oh, far away
Far away is my love
Oh, far away
Far away is my love

The priest just gave that holy wine
A distinctive taste of turpentine
Before it found my throat
She already had me in the boat
Some kind of twist is tumbling down
That finds me here in Cleveland town

And oh, far away
Far away is my love
Oh, far away
Far away is my love

When Jessie asks from afar
Do you like the songs in my repertoire?
I have to watch how I speak
I don't want to suffocate the meek
But she'll only start to make some sense
By laying down her own defenses

And oh, far away
Far away is my love
Oh, far away
Far away is my love

Now I'm lost in the dumps
Get myself down to Clara's bumps
Out in the flats
Tipping pints with bureaucrats
There's too many poets, there's too many songs
No voice can erase the wrongs

And oh, far away
Far away is my love
Oh, far away
Far away is my love
Far away is my love
Far away is my love