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.