You haven't washed your face in days and your cotton shirt is holy
You used to live your life so fast now you find the days drag slowly
The only one that you adore turns your woman iceberg blue
You blame it on the bottle now, boy has this town crippled you
No gulls flying, no fishes swimming
Just lowered voice and fallen women
It's cold at the sailor's rest and your king of all that's lowly
You're praying on a phantom check and the river's smiling coldly
You want the life you can't afford after all that you've been through
Soon it will be over, boy has this town crippled you
No gulls flying, no fishes swimming
Just lowered voice and fallen women
Man and baby and storm cloud weather
Who counts your blessings, now and forever
No gulls flying, no fishes swimming
Just lowered voice and fallen women
Man and baby and storm cloud weather
Who counts your blessings, now and forever, Amen