I was a stumble bummin' down
the neon Mu sic City sidewalks
With the junkie and the juicehead who
had problems of their own
Stuck with luck it kept me standin'
just a step away from starvin'
And the talent that I swore I'd show
makin' neither love nor money
And my only set of clothes was
gettin' closer to the bone
And the junkie placed an order with
the prophet on the corner
And he told him of the soul that
he'd been sellin' for a song
fortune but I let it slip away
Slowly smokin' myself broke on
Findin' out that crime ain't all
there is that doesn't pay
And writin' words that no one's gonna
see but did you said it? Who said it?
Well, I drank the whole thing over
puttin' one and two together
And it added up to more of
I ain't blamin' Music City but
One more day and the wake up and
the time it takes to leave
'Cause I got a dirty picture of
what could have been my future
In a prophet pushin' day dreams
And the wino lookin' lonely
at a bottle gettin' empty
And a hungry lookin' junkie
And starin' into the future,
findin' nothin' there at all
Which is what I'll miss tomorrow
when the neon shadows fall
On the junkie and the juicehead minus me
Kris Kristofferson 
