(Rod Stewart Ron Wood). Woken up on mornings such as this. Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now.. Every night for a year I've slept alone.. Cold damp room looks worse than me no no no. Got a fear of death that creeps on every night.. I know I won't die soon but then again I might. Water down the drain I'm wasting away.. Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me. Water down the drain goes to the sea. The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me.. Moisture from the ocean fills the sky. Come on down to the ground as the time goes by. I never found out the reason why. My parents had to lie. About the place that I was born. Or from my hometown I was torn. At the tender age of four