Drinking curdled milk from a silver cup

Watching all the boys waiting for the plan to erupt

You can talk all you like when you're down on your luck

And you're looking for a reason to run

Down and out in Canaan

On a cloudy day you can see the sun

Down and out in Canaan

Nobody's gonna' ever give you reason to run

Love is never so wise as it is when it's crossed

Like an angry wind stirring up a handful of dust

Turning water from wine, mixing gold into rust

Painting justice in the wake of the sun

Close the bitter page with a sour look

Cast a callous eye around you at the pictures you took

Live your life in a line, leave your love in a book

Hang your money on the tip of your tongue