Memories of You and I

I thought to leave your bed

For the street was as simple as saying goodbye

I couldnt see how blind a man can be

Lord, how quickly life can flyAs the lines in my face grow deeper

And the well of my soul runs dry

I find that I drink more and more

From the memories of you and IThe taste of fame is fire to me no more

The tension and hunger have gone

All I have left are money an' the game

Im a prisoner too low, Im onAs the lines in my face grow deeper

And the well of my soul runs dry

I find that I drink more and more

To the memories of you and I