Cold & Dark & Wet

I fell in love like a drunk in a pond.

That twisted gal of whom I was fond,

She found a new man on the internet.

Wham I'm spam and it's cold and dark and wet.

Tell me what is a fella supposed to do

When a car costs what a house used to

And a house is a pile of chipboard, paint, and debt.

I'm at the city limits and it's cold and dark and wet

Big rig rolling over me in a blizzard -

I'm living on beans and chicken gizzards.

One day I was young, the next day I was old.

Late November, it's wet and dark and cold.

Jobs, I guess they're like wild geese -

They all went flying overseas.

I'm standing in the rain smoking my last cigarette.

Morning in America is cold and dark and wet.

Christmas lights are going up,

I could use a little joy juice in my cup.

Life is not a walk across the park,

Not when it's wet and cold and dark.