on the park bench i slept on raindrops are falling on the newspapers covering me i hear early morning motors and i know the world is waking for the dawn but my mind s down a dark alley somewhere last night you loved me and in the early morning chill my arms remember still but i m dropping like a stone lonesome to the bone the sun is roughly rising on the roofs of stagger town the time for sweating poison out is just now coming around the high time of last midnight is over with and gone leaving me to be lonesome to the bone i walked away the wind blows and any way the wind goes will be good enough for me the streets are loud and crowded but i walk my weary way lost and alone your hot breath and your laughter keep flashing through my mind to warm me but the naked light of day soon makes it fade away and i m dropping like a stone lonesome to the bone 