Outskirts
Going down the river, going down the track
Don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going back
I've got no money, and I got no girl
I'm a hard-times lover in a hard-times world
Going to get lost at the edge of town
Going there dressed as a dressing gown
I'd like to stop and have some fun
Breathing down my own neck, and I'm on the run
Back to the room through a one-way door
Dancing minuet, one foot above the floor
The music is soft, but the dance is so fast
Dancing with the partners of my past
Looking for the girl that nobody needs
I said Is there somebody there to share my sheets?
I'm looking for the girl, my peaches and cream
Where the saint is murdered and the first wet dream