Capo on 3rd ; I came down here to sell the drugs you left beneath your bed I came down here to bend my crooked soul And I wish you'd have the decency to tell me what they said 'Cause worry walks beside me as you know Oh and if I was a fighter, then a fighter I would be But the more I fight, the more I'm fought Oh and if I was a sailor, I would sail across the sea But the more I dream, the more I know I'm not The cats upon the rooftop weeps, the winter stole the sun The hour's come of which the poets feed And I guess that I must stab the eye of someone who's in charge I say: the more I stab, the less I bleed Oh and if I was a painter, I would paint the snow all green I'd stroke the sky to cover up the grey Oh and if I was a waiter, I'd be waitin' for the spring 'Cause worry walks beside me every day I guess that I could love you even when my heart is faint But I did not come to kiss your broken bones You'll hear the sound of whistles blowing deep within the wind The whistleblower's come to take his home Oh and if I was a drinker, I would drink away the blue But the more I drink, the thirstier I get Oh and if I was a runner, I would run my way to you 'Cause worry's walked beside me since you left