I've been to Brooklyn, I've been to Dublin

I've been to Bangkok and San Antone

I've been a vagabond, even played the straight man, once or twice

It didn't suit me much, but the money was nice, so nice

I woke up hungry, I woke up dirty,

Was a time when I didn't wake up at all,

Wrote for nothing, wrote for the man,

Would have written for the devil, but he never called.

And through all this, nothing was sacred,

There was no religion to call my own

Just the sound of you, calling out,

Telling me that I was not alone

Saying, go ahead and play that game,

I stand next to you and feel no shame

You light my fuse, you are my muse,

Chantale

I met with poets, I met with prophets,

Met with the artists, the queers and the whores,

Met the Contessa,

she was stripping on Bourbon Street

And I know all these people, send me coming around,

Said I know, all these people, send me back to the common ground

Saying go ahead and play that game,

I stand next to you and feel no shame,

You light my fuse, you are my muse,

Chantale

It's a transport of delight, it's a moveable feast, follow you to the far east,

You do your best, you do what you can, to follow me back to the west again