|Lyrics:||(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood) |
Woken up on mornings such as this
Thought exactly the same as
I'm thinking now.
Every night for a year I've slept alone.
Cold damp room looks worse than
me, no no no
Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.
I know I won't die soon,
but then again I might,
Water down the drain, I'm wasting away.
Doctors can't help the ghost
of a man that's me
Water down the drain goes to the sea,
The pattern of my life keeps
Moisture from the ocean fills the sky,
Come on down to the ground as the time
I never found out the reason why
My parents had to lie
About the place that I
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin' by