Well, I moved back there and got a series of jobs in restaurants and warehouses Then I got a ob as a delivery driver and my route took me there I met her while she was in the kitchen, watching TV and drinking beer My friends say that a prostitute has no heart, instead she's run by money and ease But to me it's a lost and spinning world full of unquestionable brutality And from the East blow uncertainty, And from the North blows complete despair And from the South blows alcohol, And from the West hope and repair She would call me form an outside phone, and we'd meet on her days off Then she left that place with only a bag of clothes and came to live with me at my apartment, The streets surrounding my apartment are surrounded by warehouses, buildings and stores, and there's so many people that it's a sea, and still hardly anyone do I know But she and I would sit in the bathtub, watch TV and drink beer And she said she loved me, and she said she would stay with me And months went on, and she barely left my place she lived off her savings, The I came home one night to everything broken and ruined All her things were gone, and everything I owned was in a pile Covered in gasoline And the sheets on the bed were covered in blood All the sheets were covered in blood Oh to me it's a lost and spinning world, A lost and spinning world And from the East blow uncertainty, And from the North blows complete despair And from the South blows alcohol, And from the West hope and repair