Standard (EADGBE)
Slipping in and out of unconsciousness
Homeless is where the heart is
Walk on by and I'll be fine
This cardboard cover keeps away the ghouls of the night
Cos I suppose I think this aint real, some nights I say this shouldn't be me
It's Christmas Eve and I'm out on the street, but with a lifetime to spare it
hits me the truth; under this cruel moon