The sky grew heavy with a cold winter's rain
just before the dawn.
As I'm sitting by this low river bed
praying for my home.

But it's hard to tell the nights from the days
and it's hard to keep your feet in one place for very long.
In the shadows of this town.

The wind is crying a sweet sinners song,
its quite a catching tune.
Though I'm feeling it won't play for very long
there's a chorus in the moon.

But it's hard to tell the nights from the days
and it's hard to keep your feet in one place for very long.
In the shadows of this town.

My heart grows weary and my bones are getting cold,
though September turns to June.
The wolves are howling and it's all that I can do,
not to sing it like a fool.

But it's hard to tell the nights from the days
and its hard to keep your feet in one place for very long.
In the shadows of this town.