Stockholm City Blues

Starin' out the window of this hotel room
The waxing and waning, giant northern moon
Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?
I promise someday soon I’m gonna change my luck
The rain is makin' rivers of the Stockholm streets
Soakin' through my coat, through my boots, to my feet
No one can ever tell me when enough’s enough
Descendin' every ladder to the final rung
I pay for this pain, I’m runnin' through my blood
You couldn’t ever tell me when enough’s enough
To trade a few more nickels for another nail
Don’t let my will give out before my body fails
Taxi to the corner, it’s another mile
It’ll be another corner, somewhere else tomorrow
No one can tell me that enough’s enough
I pay for this pain I put into my blood
The choppin' and churnin' of the northern tides
Rip at a wound as deep as the ocean is wide
And I thank my God because I prayed for it
I went to my knees when the medicine hit
And felt the slightest sting as though an insect bit
No one could ever tell me that it’s time to quit
The faint and flickering light is my candle barely lit
Brother Aldo, are you good for a few more bucks?
No one could ever tell me that enough’s enough
I pay for this pain I put into my blood
I pay for this pain I put into my blood
I pay for this pain I put into my blood
No one could ever tell me that enough’s enough
You couldn’t ever tell me that enough’s enough
Stockholm city blues