I am down and I feel beat. Dear old pain has called me a friend again, but with you I feel free. I’ve been alone, but I’ve held my post. But through your steady hand I breathe new hope. Through all the fallacy that today’s love brings. Through all the mire of lust’s filthy stream – You won me over. My smiling dream, you’re like a desert stream. And I’m just a poor old boy with no shoes on my feet. But this raisin-like, frail heart has just found a beat. You’re one of life’s little heart-stitching seams. Tell the boys another one’s been seen ditching this dusty railroad of schemes. And I’m just a poor old boy with no shoes on my feet, but this raisin-like, frail heart has just found a beat.