Danny Boy

Your skin is cold

But the sun shines within your hold

Your hair is gold

But you see through a goldfish bowl

I feel old, sick, and tired

We walk the streets

Gently staring, wonderin' what to do

The sun in sheets

It's pourin' down those streets to eyes green and blue

Oh, and a ship with eight sails could come round the bend

Or a heard of bulls chargin' stoplights red

I'd be blind

You broke my heart, Danny boy

Not your fault, Danny boy

I was had at the doorstep

Played, like a two to a four-set

Had, like poor Job in the Bible by God

Day comes, I wake

I wake with a hard heartache

I go down to your place

We sit and chat, chat about New York

And trips to the bayou

My smile, a trick

And trickin' me and tryin' not to scare you

And a ship with eight sails could come round the bend

Or a heard of bulls charging stoplights red

I'd be blind

You broke my heart, Danny boy

Not your fault, Danny boy

I was had at the doorstep

Played, like a two to a four-set

And had, like poor Job in the Bible by God

For I knew I was had at the doorstep

Had like a two to a four-set

Played like poor Job in the Bible by God