Have you got a fine place to slip to When you´re feeling down Have you had a week or two Just to get your troubles down
Found a lot of life and laughter With a grandfather in the bowery She had a body of sixteen or seventeen She had a mind of forty I met her on a cold day In a city far away With the worlds about zero And I saw at once, Into her soul She´s gonna call me her hero Never like a walk in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery Cause I like her like the world She had a halo of gold Told me stories of her life And the Courage was sublime Pantomime