Stay Out of Trouble

One, two,

One, two.

I walked around for hours,

two ten pence pieces in my hand.

I was alone and freezing,

still trying hard to understand you.

I left the others knowing

I had to work this by myself.

But now the feeling's growing,

I would be better off with their help.

So baby, what we've got,

has lately,

not been enough,

not been enough.

I wish I had your scarf still,

that once embraced,

and kept me warm.

I wish you could be with me,

in these last days when I am still hopelessly poor.

Stay out of trouble,

stay in touch.

Try not to think about me too much.