There are those
   Spend the night
   Under bridges
   Over by the river
   Down in the park
   Through the winter
  
   But there's a house
   That i know
   Safe and warm
   And no-one ever goes there
   Down where the priests
   Bless the wine
  
   She's been born into the wrong time
   She keeps nonsense on her mind
   She's a poet, she's a builder
   She's as bored as bored can be
   She's a have-not, she's a know-all
   She knows just how to say yes
   She's skating frozen chaos
   Till the no good gods are dead
  
   But sometimes in the dead of night
   Woken by the city lights
   She wonders how she keeps alive...
  
   This is the girl who
   Lost the house which
   Paid to the man who
   Put up the rent and
   Threw out the girl to
   Feather his own sweet home
  
   She's a clueless social climber
   Likes the wrong side of the bed
   She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
   In the company of friends
   She's tried every variation
   She's so common, she's so cold
   She's homesick for a future
   Can't stomach what she's told
  
   On every street in every town
   All her days are up and down
   At home among the lost-and-founds...
  
   This is the girl who
   Lost the house which
   Paid to the man who
   Put up the rent and
   Threw out the girl to
   Feather his own sweet home
  
   Here's the good samaritan
   Looks away and carries on