I like it    I don't like it

The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving

There's nobody nobody knows on the street

A few stranded souls standing cold at the station

And nowhere to go but to bed and to sleep

Lord would you look at you now that you're here ain't you

Proud of your peers and the long way you've come

All alone all the way on your own who's to say

That you've thrown it away for a song boy you've sure come a long way from home


So it's so long so many so far behind you

Fairweather friends that you no longer know

You still got the same lonely songs to remind you

Of someone you seemed to be so long ago

Lord would you look at you...