Эх, бытовуха. А кому сейчас легко... Нет, Дэвид, не убирай гитару в шкаф - она тебе ещё пригодится))

Winter's here again 
I'm full of fear again 
The [bad word] out 
And Christmas [bad word] soon 

I sold my amp again 
To pay the rent again 
The credit cards are full 
And I 'm getting' older 

Maybe I'm foolin' myself 
And it's time to leave this old guitar 
High up on the closet shelf 
They came to turn the gas off yesterday 
And the kids'll have to leave their school 
If I can't find a way to pay 

I'm on the road again 
So far from home again 
Chasin' up a dream 
That feels like [bad word] and gone 

new hotel again 
Jetlag and CNN 
The [bad word]  down 
And I'm washin' clothes in the shower

Maybe I'm foolin' myself 
And it's time to leave this old guitar 
High up on the closet shelf 
They came to turn the gas off yesterday 
And the kids'll have to leave their school 
If I can't find a way to pay 

Maybe I'm foolin' myself 
And it's time to leave this old guitar 
High up on the closet shelf 
They came to turn the gas off yesterday 
And the kids'll have to leave their school 
If I can't find a way to pay