Have you got a fine place to slip to When you're feeling down Have you had a week or two Just to get your troubles down Found a lot of life and laughter With a grandfather in the bowery She had a body of sixteen or seventeen She had a mind of forty I met her on a cold day In a city far away With the worlds about zero And i saw at once, Into her soul She's gonna call me her hero Never like a walk in the rain or the lane I found a lot of death that day With the grandfather in the bowery Cause i like her like the world She had a halo of gold Told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime Pantomime I walk the line Cause you're blind I walk the line (Im not in the mood... I wont update for a while i feel empty really empty)