It's hard to feel what's in your head 
Where the gas lamps grow 
And the garbage blows 
Around the paper stands 
 
And a baby cried 
And I saw a light 
And I wondered where 
And I wondered why 
There'd be a loss of life 
Down here tonight 
 
Down on Western Ford Gateway 
That's a place where the dead say 
That a man lives no more 
That his fair share of days 
Down on Western Ford Gateway 
 
It flowed upon the cobbled floor 
For the bottle's dead 
And they're drunk again 
By the tavern door