The sun retires and the day grows old whistling in the trees and the breeze falls cold but I found this lonely street on my own and I'm so far from home *So come all you lads of leisure patrons of worthy measure lets share a drink and forget to think tonight for its the last time we meet* Many things have changed from where I was weened cigarettes and booze with love between the kindness of strangers when you live on the streets and all the friends we meet The sun does shine on that open road its all a journey but nowhere to go so fill up on life before it beats you down cause Lord knows that happens too soon