The Change

I read a magazine and then I was in Baltimore
Walking down through the dark part of town
To the factory shore
I saw the water run black
I felt my blood run cold
But I couldn't look back ’cause I knew
How cheaply my soul had been sold

Those were the very first days of '92
When a man's been broken what’s left to do
When his lover doesn't know him
And his wife's estranged
Can't explain the feeling
Can't accept the change

I hitched a ride down south
To find my little sweetie pie
When I made it to her house
I found the windows all boardеd and the well run dry
Looking down that well a crazy notion crossеd my mind
If I leaned over just a little, I'd be falling into hell
But I'd be leaving this war behind

Been to chanellers, churches, brothels and bars
Spoke to drunkards, hookers and priests
Tossed some pennies in fountains
Consulted the stars, but the stars didn't help in the least
And tonight only she
Could be setting my southern soul free
Where is she, where could she be?