From the recording Live At Tremedal

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some see me comin
pretend they are gone
one more street over
no closer to home
grey frozen winter
i'm still scrapin by

door to door sales, my last chance to fail
i'm a worn apparition, your eyes will turn away
block after block, life on the clock
my road to redemption, the steps i walk each day

watching my daughter
walk home from class
she only knows me
from an old photograph
but here in the shadows
i'm reaching for light


been a hard month of hustlin
for the little i make
one more street over
then done for the day
back to my bottle
on the dark end of town