(Lancaster)

Sitting by a broken window

Up in a back room swallowing wine

Gazing down a backstreet garden

With my bed chair table and wine

Looks like I'm going no where but no where's where I am

Guess I?ll always be a backstreet broken man



Calling out my name and number

As I was walking out of my cell

Louie gave me back my wallet

He nearly dropped my picture of Nell

Drinking gets you nowhere but nowhere's where I am

Guess I?ll always be a backstreet broken man

Oh broken man, oh yeah, broken man



Early on a Sunday morning

As I was walking on down the lane

Someone said, I beg your pardon

And I was sure I knew her name

She was going somewhere but nowhere's where I ran

Guess I?ll always be a backstreet broken man

Oh that's where I am, guess I'll always be a backstreet broken man