When I m drunk I dream of you, when I m dry its of you too. I have my clothes tucked in my bag, in case you do not want me back. And when I smile it wont be long, long again till I m on my own. Oh on the street and with the poor, to drink until I can think no more. So dream of lands far far away, and love to come to you some day. And think of things that make you smile, if it s only for a while. May the road rise up to meet you, may God have mercy on you. And may that mercy follow you, your whole day through