“And I have been homesick and frostbitten I’ve been written off and worse I’ve seen what you see From where you’re sittin’ Through sadder eyes than yours But I’m too old to find a new vocation And most of the dough I’ve got is hers So I have got no choice but to be patient And wait til the last becomes the first But it’s a long, long way to my salvation And it’s a long, long way to 2 pm But at least I got enough twenties to be a patron And enough memories of you to be your friend.”