Well, I've sung out one more evening And I'm wrung out, feeling beat I walk on out the door once more To an empty city street A Good guitar will serve you well When you're living in the lights But it's never going to warm you In the middle of the night And so I come and go with her in whispers Each and every time she says she dies When she is reborn again I kiss her And the baby never cries She works in the daytime She leave her baby with a friend I sing every evening I only see her now and then I come to her at midnight When 'bout half the world's asleep And she puts me back together In the hours before I leave Her apartment is down on Perry Street There's a tree in her backyard Her old man had left her He just took off for the coast And I caught her on the rebound When I needed her the most