Four and 20 years ago, I come into this life Saw a lonely woman and a man who lived in strife It was tough being poor And he wasn't into sellin' door to door And he worked like a devil to make more A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor And I want to know, why am I so alone? Where is my man? Can I bring him home? Have I driven him away years ago? ♪ Morning comes the 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-coloured beast I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishin' that my life would simply cease