Drenched

alone in the gutter
without even a spark
i could paint you a picture
but you know that it's dark
the windows are broken
and the shutters are closed
and the glass was all stolen
but for what, no one knows
it's lonely outside
and it always seems cold
i suppose that's because
my jacket's so old
i should find a new one
but it'd all be in vain
for here in the gutter
it'd be drenched in the rain