"And I have been homesick and frostbitten
I've been written off and worse
I've seen what you see
From where you're sittin'
Through sadder eyes than yours
But I'm too old to find a new vocation
And most of the dough I've got is hers
So I have got no choice but to be patient
And wait til the last becomes the first
But it's a long, long way to my salvation
And it's a long, long way to 2 pm
But at least I got enough twenties to be a patron
And enough memories of you to be your friend."