I'm finding, if she's seventeen she's lying

The city's mean to dying

For bridegrooms, there isn't room for crying

The light of dreams holds her (?)

She'll stay all night, get off me, I'm seeing stars

You're not as white as you could be

My heart is full of bourbon

And my racing mind needs curbing

I'm so low it's disturbing

The wind blows hair from your face

Your eyes swell to the place your going

I'm so low, I'm so low, I'm so low, it's snowing