You haven't washed your face in days And your cotton shirt is holy You used to live your life so fast Now you find the days drag slowly The only one that you adore Turns your woman ice berg blue You blame it on the bottle now Boy has this town crippled you No gulls flying No fishes swimming Just lowered voice And fallen women It's cold at the sailor's rest And your king of all that's lowly You're praying on a phantom check And the river's smiling coldly You want the life you can't afford After all that you've been through Soon it will be over Boy has this town crippled you No gulls flying No fishes swimming Just lowered voice And fallen women Man and baby And storm cloud weather Who counts your blessings Now and forever