Lyrics

The nights as black as forever
before me stands a beggar
he lives and he dies by the weather
bones ache when it rains

he knows to sing for Mary
a girl he knew a while ago
in a village where she knew him well
but today couldn't recognize

I see him in the light of the bridges
he sells me a cigarette
asking only for a couple of nickels
so he could pay his debt

In one hand held a candle
the other held a match
he lit both ends and followed them
but the flame blew out too fast

Asking little for his troubles
his body melts into the underground
trails are those that just keep rolling on
faded ghost train lines

Along the Kings Highway
so close to the river he could hear it run
feet skip over the broken glass
and its all he'll ever know