Four and 20 years ago I come into this life The song of a woman and a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more ♪ A different kind of poverty now upsets me so Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and I want to know Why am I so alone? Where is my woman, can I bring her home Have I driven her away, is she gone? ♪ Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty And there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I catch myself just wishing that my life would simply cease