A sad sad man found a lot of money
More money than he had ever seen
But the money slipped though his fingers just like honey
And the honey couldn’t stop his leaky dreams

Who said that life was logical
I’m not so good at this at all
And who said that life was practical
Logical

A beautiful lady passed though the night
But her beauty was missed beneath the old street light
And her cheap dress didn’t go unnoticed
On the bedroom floor early in the morning

The morning forecast called for wind
More wind than you had ever seen
And the fury of it all was so fantastic
It washed away the dirty streets