Western Ford Gateway
Its hard to feel whats 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
Thered be a loss of life
Down here tonight
Down on Western Ford Gateway
Thats 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 bottles dead
And theyre drunk again
By the tavern door
