Photographs

Take all these photographs and throw them away

I'm not half the man that I was back in the day

And when you see me comin'

Stow everything dear

I'll steal your melody, your women, and your last glass of beer

When I'm covered with wretchedness

In the cold of the morning

When I'm rent-sick and back-washed

In the light of no glory

When there's no way left to borrow

Drink or get stoned

I'll sing the last thing they gave me

When I still lived at home.

Female:

Sing to me papa,

For you see I'm cryin'

Let the birds of my agony

Fly me away

Sing to me sweetly

I'm listenin'

I'm listenin'

And in the morning let me wake with you again.