It's hard to feel what's in your head 
Where the gas lamps grow 
And the garbage blows 
Around the paper stands 

And a baby cried 
And I saw a light 
And I wondered where 
And I wondered why 
There'd be a loss of life 
Down here tonight 

Down on Western Ford Gateway 
That's a place where the dead say 
That a man lives no more 
Than his fair share of days 
Down on Western Ford Gateway 

It flowed upon the cobbled floor 
For the bottle's dead 
And they're [bad word] again 
By the tavern door