Stockholm City Blues

Starin' out the window of this hotel room

The waxing and waning, giant northern moon

Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?

I promise someday soon I'm gonna change my luck

The rain is makin' rivers of the Stockholm streets

Soakin' through my coat, through my boots, to my feet

No one can ever tell me when enough's enough

Descendin' every ladder to the final rung

I pay for this pain, I'm runnin' through my blood

You couldn't ever tell me when enough's enough

To trade a few more nickels for another nail

Don't let my will give out before my body fails

Taxi to the corner, it's another mile

It'll be another corner, somewhere else tomorrow

No one can tell me that enough's enough

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

The choppin' and churnin' of the northern tides

Rip at a wound as deep as the ocean is wide

And I thank my God because I prayed for it

I went to my knees when the medicine hit

And felt the slightest sting as though an insect bit

No one could ever tell me that it's time to quit

The faint and flickering light is my candle barely lit

Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?

No one could ever tell me that enough's enough

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

I pay for this pain I put into my blood

No one could ever tell me that enough's enough

You couldn't ever tell me that enough's enough

Stockholm city blues