And lonesome was more than a state of mind
But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul
Are things they could be changin', Who d'you think's goin' to care?
And then I stole his song
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
I saw that there was just one old man sittin' at the bar
'Cause the truth remains that no one wants to know
I was born a lonely singer and I'm bound to die the same
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's goin' to care
In the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar
Cigarette smoke to the ceilin', sawdust on the floor
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain about
I just looked at him and he said
Who were crucified for what they tried to show
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar"
My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed beans
I said, "You've been readin' my mail"
To warm the frozen feeling that was eating at my soul
He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
Keep the chilly wind off my guitar
Well, that old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before
"You ain't making any money, are you?"
To the things that you are sayin', Who do you think's goin' to hear?
If you waste your time talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's goin' to hear
There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
So with a stomach full of empty and pocket full of dreams
Friendly shadows
If I never have a nickel, I won't ever die of shame
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a beer
But it'd been a month of pay days since I'd heard that eagle scream
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door When nothing stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And their voices have been scattered by the swirlin' winds of time
And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain about
I got some you ought to hear, then he laid it on me
I ain't sayin' I beat the Devil but I drank his beer for nothing
If you don't want to join him you've got to beat him
He turned and said, "Come up here boy and show us what you are"
Actually I guess you'd call it a tavern
You see, The Devil haunts a hungry man
And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
