I am tired, lonely, selfishly sick,

An empty heart, an old Irish Mick,

A drop in the ocean, of lost despair,

A man that is broken, it's totally fair

All I have is my word, and that's not a lot,

With no-one to trust in, it matters not,

A secondhand car, a soul with no home,

Adrift at sea, I'm all on my own