There are those

Spend the night

Under bridges

Over by the river

Down in the park

Through the winter



But there's a house

That I know

Safe and warm

And no-one ever goes there

Down where the priests

Bless the wine



She's been born into the wrong time

She keeps nonsence on her mind

She's a poet, she's a builder

She's as bored as bored can be

She's a have-not she's a know-all

She knows just how to say yes

She's skating frozen chaos

Till the no good gods are dead



But sometimes in the dead of night

Woken by the city lights

She wonder's how she keeps alive...



This is the girl who

Lost the house which

paid to the man who

Put up the rent and

Threw out the girl to

Feather his own sweet home



She's a clueless social climber

Likes the wrong side of the bed

She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me

In the company of friends

She's tried every variation

She's so common, she's so cold

She's homesick for a future

Can't stomach what she's told



On every street in every town

All her days are up and down

At home among the lost-and-founds...



This is the girl who

Lost the house which

Paid to the man who

Put up the rent and

Threw out the girl to

Feather his own sweet home



Here's the good samaritan

Looks away and carries on