Drinking curdled milk from a silver cupWatching all the boys waiting for the plan to eruptYou can talk all you like when you're down on your luckAnd you're looking for a reason to runDown and out in CanaanOn a cloudy day you can see the sunDown and out in CanaanNobody's gonna' ever give you reason to runLove is never so wise as it is when it's crossedLike an angry wind stirring up a handful of dustTurning water from wine, mixing gold into rustPainting justice in the wake of the sunClose the bitter page with a sour lookCast a callous eye around you at the pictures you tookLive your life in a line, leave your love in a bookHang your money on the tip of your tongue