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

And here I return to a back street of thrills
Back to any warm shoulder till she's got her fill
And then I treat shame like some old friend from home
That I can lean on till the misery is gone

A new day is here yet nothing is new
And you're still gone still I tremble for you

I cry out at bedtime oh, please not tonight
Then I hear your footsteps and I turn on the light
Of course you're never there, no, you never are
And I try to forget that there's always a bar

Though I win that battle, and, sometimes I do
But sleep doesn't come when I tremble for you