Elton John - Western Ford Gateway

It's hard to feel what's in your headWhere the gas lamps grow and the garbage blowsAround the paper standsAnd a baby cried and I saw a lightAnd I wondered where and I wondered whyThere'd be a loss of life down here tonightDown on Western Ford GatewayThat's a place where the dead sayThat a man lives no moreThan his fair share of daysDown on Western Ford GatewayDown on Western Ford GatewayThat's a place where the dead sayThat a man lives no moreThan his fair share of daysDown on Western Ford GatewayIt flowed upon the cobbled floorFor the bottle's dead and they're drunk againBy the tavern doorAnd a baby cried and I saw a lightAnd I wondered where and I wondered whyThere'd be a loss of life down here tonightDown on Western Ford GatewayThat's a place where the dead sayThat a man lives no moreThan his fair share of daysDown on Western Ford GatewayDown on Western Ford GatewayThat's a place where the dead sayThat a man lives no moreThan his fair share of daysDown on Western Ford Gateway