Well everybody's got a secret, son, something that they just can't face. Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it, they carry it with them every step that they take Till some day they just cut it loose, cut it loose or let it drag 'em down Where no one asks any questions or looks too long in your face In the darkness on the edge of town.

Now some guys they just give up living and start dying little by little piece by piece. Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racing in the streets.…

I met her in a Kingstown bar. We fell in love, I knew it had to end. We took what we had and we ripped it apart. Now here I am down in Kingstown again.

For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive, I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me. I wanna …

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing: But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

'Tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.