Sackville

You once had a home and job, a family and pride

But we all have a price we’ll pay when things go wrong

inside

Don't wear diamonds, and now you don't wear gold

And in the bruises on your face there's stories to be told

In the shadow of a cold stone, freezing to the bone

But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul

Cause you’re gonna spend a black night, console a sad man

In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts

When you stand in Sackville

It's a different world from the one

You knew where little boys meet little girls

As you tread your path, through a jaundiced corridor

Where each day has no beginning and no end

There are those out here, who claim to be good

I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell

What you’d do for a hot drink, or a warm coat

Or what you’d give for a means to get you outta here

It rains upon your head

Lines on your face become rivers into which you cry your

Secret tears, secret tears, secret tears, secret tears

The first night we saw you, we were laughing at you

We were hanging on the side of the Cortina

Oh yeah, you seemed so strong

Stronger than a man could ever be

Laughing with your sisters in the rain

Dancing on a curbstone, when you last saw her

But when the trick goes wrong

there's no one there to help there

There's not a thing that I can do about it

I guess I’ll just go home and write a song about it song

about it

Write about it (2)

It's a cold and trembling girl leans into a strange car

Nods unspoken words to an unseen driver sitting there