Rod stewart ron wood
Woken up on mornings such as this
Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now
Every night for a year I've slept alone
Cold damp room looks worse than me no no no
Got a fear of death that creeps on every night
I know I won't die soon but then again I might
Water down the drain I'm wasting away
Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me
Water down the drain goes to the sea
The pattern of my life keeps a haunting me
Moisture from the ocean fills the sky
Come on down to the ground as the time goes by
I never found out the reason why
My parents had to lie
About the place that I was born
Or from my hometown I was torn
At the tender age of four
I was livin by homemade law
