Grace Cathedral hill, 
all wrapped in bones of a setting sun,
all dust and stone and moribund.
I paid twenty-five cents to light a
little white candle

for a New Year's Day.
I sat and watched it burn away
then turned and weaved through slow decay.
We were both a little hungry,
so we went to get a hotdog,

down the Hyde St. Pier.
The light was slight and disapeared.
The air, it stunk of fish and beer.
We heard a Superman [bad word] 
play the National Anthem.

And the world may be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
when all the city lights blind 
your eyes 
tonight,
are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better no-оw?
Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year:
your eyes all bright and
brimmed with tears.
The pilgrims, pills and tourists here 
all sing "Fifty-three bucks to buy 
a brand new halo."

Sweet on a green-eyed girl, 
all fiery Irish clip and curl, 
all brine and [bad word] and vinegar.
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle.

And the world may be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
when all the city lights blind 
your eyes 
tonight,
are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better no-оw?
Are you feeling better now?

la la la, la la la, la la la.
ooh la la la la.