Broken Man

Sitting by a broken window

Up in a back room swallowing wine

Gazing down a backstreet garden

With my bed chair table and wine

Looks like I'm going nowhere but nowhere's where I am

Guess I'll always be a backstreet broken man

Oh-oh broken man, oh yeah, broken man

Calling out my name and number

As I was walking out of my cell

Louie gave me back my wallet

He nearly dropped my picture of Nell

Drinking gets you nowhere but nowhere's where I am

Guess I'll always be a backstreet broken man

Oh-oh broken man, oh yeah, backstreet broken man

Early on a Sunday morning

As I was walking on down the lane

Someone said, I beg your pardon

And I was sure I knew her name

She was going somewhere but nowhere's where I ran

Guess I'll always be a backstreet broken man

Oh-oh that's where I am

Guess I'm gonna stay a backstreet broken man