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You once had a home, a job, a family and pride |
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But we all have a price we'll pay when things go wrong inside |
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Don't wear diamonds, and now you don't wear gold |
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And in the bruises on your face, there's stories to be told |
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In the shadow of cold stone, freezing to the bone |
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But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul |
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'Cause you're gonna spend a black night, console a sad man |
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In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts |
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When you stand in Sackville |
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It's a different world from the one |
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You knew where little boys meet little girls |
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As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor |
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Where each day has no beginning and no end |
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There are those out here who claim to be so good |
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I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell |
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Oh, what you'd do for a hot drink or a warm coat |
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Oh, what you'd give for a means to get you outta here |
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It rains upon your head, lines on your face become |
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Rivers into which you cry your secret tears, secret tears |
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Secret tears, secret tears |
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(When you) when you stand in Sackville |
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(Stand in) it's a different world from the one (Sackville) |
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You knew where little boys meet little girls (trembling) |
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The first night we saw ya, we were laughing at ya |
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We were hanging on the side of the Cortina |
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Oh yeah, you seemed so strong, stronger than a man could ever be |
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Laughing with your sisters in the rain |
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Dancing on a curbstone, when last you saw her |
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But when the trick goes wrong, there's no one there to help her |
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There's not a thing that I can do about it |
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I guess I'll just go home and write a song about it |
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Song about it, write about it, write about it |
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(When you) when you stand in Sackville |
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(Stand in) it's a different world from the one (Sackville) |
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You knew where little boys meet little girls (trembling) |
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It's a cold and trembling girl (cold and) |
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Leans into a strange car (trembling) |
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Nods unspoken words to an unseen driver sitting there |
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(Girl in Sackville) |
