This world that I live in is empty and cold

This loneliness cuts me and tears at my soul

I'm no child of destiny, no fortune's son

I've chased you so long now, I'm too weak to run

So here I return to a backstreet of thrills

Back to any warm sholder 'till she's got her fill

And then I treat shame like an old friend from home

That I can lean on 'till the mis'ry is gone

A new day is here yet nothing is new

You're still gone and I tremble for you

I cry out at bedtime: "Oh, please not tonight"

But again there's your footsteps and I turn on the light,

Of course you're not there, no you never are

Then I try to forget that there's always a bar

And well I win that battle, yes sometimes I do

But sleep dosn't come when I tremble for you