A home without a guitar
Is a house without song
Like whiskey without water
Or a right without a wrong

And I look at myself now
Look at myself now
Feel like a crow in the night
And I think of what’s gone down
Think to myself now
Feel like a crow in the night

King of my misfortunes
Earl of my despair
Governor of my problems
Queen was never there

And I look at myself now
Look at myself now
Feel like a crow in the night
And I think of what’s gone down
Think to myself now
Feel like a crow in the night

And as you move through the stations
Hold your hands in the air
You cross your fingers crossing streets
D’you cross yourself in prayer

As you move through the stations
You are suddenly aware
You’re praying for salvation
But there is something out there

A home without a corkscrew
Is a house without love
Like a king without a castle
Or a hawk without a dove

Scared away three black crows
That flew away in flight
And I thought to myself now
Feel like a crow in the night