Well here I am
Back on Ruby Street
Well here I am
Dead on my feet
Where once our good times rolled
Now I'm standing in the cold
Feeling pretty old
And obsolete
Well here I am
Back on Ruby Street
Well here I am
Ain't it sweet?
Where once you used to float
In your tiger-stripe fur coat
I don't wish to grin or gloat
But you looked so neat
Well here I am
Back on Ruby Street
Well here I am
Like some old deadbeat
Where I once knocked on your door
Crashed out on the kitchen floor
Kiss the sunrise after four
Now I miss your heat
Well here I am
Back on Ruby Street
Well here I am
Dead on my feet
Where once our good times rolled
Now I'm standing in the cold
So grey and goddamn old
Just like this cracked concrete ... on Ruby Street