I thought to leave your bed   For the street was as simple as saying goodbye   I couldn?t see how blind a man can be   Lord, how quickly life can fly      As the lines in my face grow deeper   And the well of my soul runs dry   I find that I drink more and more   From the memories of you and I      The taste of fame is fire to me no more   The tension and hunger have gone   All I have left are money an' the game   I?m a prisoner too low, I?m on      As the lines in my face grow deeper   And the well of my soul runs dry   I find that I drink more and more   To the memories of you and I