Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones    Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone    So far gone    I took a turn to myself    And I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had loved    I felt a whole lot better after that       People look at us and they think were doing fine    People look at us cause they see us all the time    All the time    But they never take to us    We’ve been in this town so long we may as well be dead    So long as people turn their heads    And cross the street whenever we walk on by       Someone told the truth when it really mattered most    The beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lost    Sadly lost    So I went around to your house    Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read    In Luke and John the things he said    And now it’s morning we are the sleepyheads