They didn't call me... I just heard the drum. Mud still in my mouth from the sixth year, Stitches holdin' throat to ear, Borrowed coat don't keep the cold, Basin Street forgets what it's been told. They light a candle... I blow it out. Walkin' among the livin', But I ain't warm. Every heartbeat's a dinner bell, In this storm. Best day of the year, For the worm and the bone, One night to borrow, What you think you own. Pocket watch stopped at half past none, Shadow don't stick like it used to, son, Magnolia rots before it blooms, Follow me home... we got spare rooms. One day lease on a pair of shoes, Ain't much to lose when you got nothin' to lose, If you hear that drag behind your feet... Don't turn 'round on Basin Street. Walkin' among the livin', Best day of the year, 'Til the bell calls me back down, And the street goes clear. Yeah... back down.
