I sat down, by myself In a lounge with broken wings To watch a band comb lullabies Out of metal, horns and strings My own faded memory Soothed by the music's tone And danced, as in a dream I must have been gone For I woke up with a start The music was-a hammering a lost thought in a pub Just then a door flew open With a spectre from my past A beauty made of gla** without a soul Ain't it just like her to steal Happiness out of my grasp Yes I've still got a long way to crawl Always know where to find me No matter how deep the hole Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall