So much time to be lonely

I waste my time in smokey bars

So much time I have sorrow

I loose my soul in a whisky glass.

So much time to deal on street corners

I spend my  life with a blind black Guy

I play the blues on a old folk guitar.

I loose my soul in the mood of dust

Any good girl to look after me

So much  pain and misery

I spend my  nights in a dirty bed

Near a waitress I need to pay.

So far to walk on the rocky roads

I carry my body until the next town

So much time to travel in bad lands

I have sunburst on my smashed head.

So much miles in a kittle  wagon 

I run away from dark nightmares 

So much hours to stay under the rain

My bones are full of rust.

 Your holly face smile  behind a candle

Is it a beautifull dream,  a piece of thrue

I see your eyes in a silver mirror

Enough time to feel better

Bigs  Blacks clowds  run away

 I stay  under your window, 

A  bird sing gospel like  a preacherman 

I look for love and try to find