It`s hard to feel what`s in your head
Where the gas lamps grow
And the garbage blows
Around the paper stands
And a baby cried
And I saw a light
And I wondered where
And I wondered why
There`d be a loss of life
Down here tonight
Down on Western Ford Gateway
That`s a place where the dead say
That a man lives no more
Than his fair share of days
Down on Western Ford Gateway
It flowed upon the cobbled floor
For the bottle`s dead
And they`re drunk again
By the tavern door