In the land of no tomorrow's

On the street of long goodbye's

A lone man sits on a suitcase

With a long breath out he sighs,

 

Oh Lord please don't forsake me

Oh father hold my hand

Give me the strength and courage

To make it to the promised land,

 

I may look like a Bum to you

Or roadkill on your boot

But, not so very long ago

I was a good man in a suit,

 

All silver bells 'n' cockle shells

Shining like the sun

Til someone took that away from me

Now look what I've become,

 

I've no plan on giving up you see

In fact my resolve is stronger

I shall get my life back on track

Though it may take a little longer,

 

So I won't write me off just yet

Not even by a whisker

I'll get myself back on top oh Lord

And again they'll call me mister !