I haven't seen your face   In such a long, long time   We were wondering when you might come around   Was it all about money?   Was it just about time?   But we realized just what you're all about      You're all about starving the fever   And feeding the cold   With your bird in hand   You say it keeps you down to earth      Well the morning is a long time coming   And you can see it as plain as day   Was it a hard comedown or are you back for more?   And the winter week's been growing   Tell me do you miss that child?   You know she's getting tall, I saw her yesterday      You're all about starving the fever   And feeding the cold   With your gun in hand   You say it keeps your children warm      And I'm getting old before my time   Looking for what little truth there is to find      I feel those river fingers gripping   All the life that's left inside   Don't try to tell me that you've changed   Your story's getting old   There's the Simon Silk Mill breathing   Breathing her songs into the air   I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much   I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much      You're all about starving the fever   And feeding the cold   With your bird in hand   You say it keeps you down to earth   Down to earth      You're all about starving the fever   And feeding the cold   With your gun in hand   You say it keeps your children warm   Your children warm      It won't get any better   It won't get any better   It won't get any better   It won't get any better