My heart is beating from me, I am standing all alone, please call me only if you are coming home, waste another year flies by, waste a night or two, you taught me how to live.  In the streets of shame, where you've lost your dreams in the rain, there's no sign of hope, the stems and seeds of the last of the dope, there's a glow of light, the St. Jimmy is the spark in the night, bearing gifts and trust, the fixture in the city of lust.