I am a troubled man; trouble is what I am,
I am a troubled man, and I'll take all you can give me,
I walk alone,
Hand in hand with my trouble, but still nobody's home.
I'm in the poorhouse forever,
I'm in the doghouse forever and ever, with you.
I am a simple man; simple is what I am,
I am quite simply mad, and not particularly glad to be,
You were a simple friend,
I complicated you, then I lost a simple friend; all complications unending,
I think alone,
I could use some good help with my thinking - it's so far from home.
I could think of you forever,
I could think of us together, but never mind.
I am a lonely man; lonely is what I am,
Heart broke and lonely, I think of you only,
Are you with me?
I wasn't ever that smart,
No, and I wasn't clever to think I had hold of your heart.
I can break your heart forever,
I could break mine and yours both right in two, after you.
I won't go gently into that bad earth,
I will fight for you with all that's in me, for all that it's worth.
Can I run to you forever?
'Cause if I can't run to you forever, how can I run to you now?
You live on my doorstep; is there room in my house?
