The Moon Is In The Gutter
And The Stars Wash Down The Sink
I Am The King Of The Blues
I Scape The Clay Off My Shoes
And Wade Down The Gutter And The Moon


The Moon Blinds My Eye With Opal Cataracts
As I Cut Through The Saw-mills And The Stacks,
Leaping Over The Gully Where I Would One Day Take Lucy
Then Wash Up My Hands In The Gutter And The Moon.


Such A Long Way From Home, Just Me And
The Moon Is In The Gutter
All My Plans Are Flushed Down The Drain
I Wander Lonely As A Cloud
Over Memories At Her Mound
Then Lie Down In The Bitter Gutter Moon