lonesome stranger, won’t you share my bed   the sidewalk siren at the bus stop said   love is a tear in a salty bay and it’s   hard to make it in this world today      love is a river but the river run dry    the clouds blow bitter in a boneyard sky   flesh dries up and it burns away   and you can’t remember where your heart once lay and it’s   hard to make it in this world today      dandy don, he’s a velvet hand   he’s my silent partner, he’s the inside man   holds me shakin through the shotgun dawn and he   keeps me walkin down this road i’m on      keeps me runnin when he calls my name   shines the light but he kills the flame   stones me simple when i try to speak   bruise my face but he kiss my cheek and it’s   hard to make it when you get this weak      one of these mornins, gonna spread my wings   like a red-ass robin at the gates of spring   rise up singin on a cyclone wind   till the walls of this city come tumblin in      walls of this city come tumblin, rumblin    ‘round my head like an old man stumblin   i don’t care if the mountains fall   there’s a little blue egg in the middle of this all and it’s   hard to make it when you feel so small      bus pulled up and i climbed inside   i sat in the window and i waved goodbye   she stood starin at the blue machine   singin nobody knows the trouble i’ve seen      nobody cares and nobody knows   only weeds remember where your headstone grows and it’s    dust to ashes and wings to clay and i   check my wallet as we pull away, ‘cause it’s   hard to make it in this world today