Broken Man (Status Quo)

Sitting by a broken window Up in a back room swallowing wine Gazing down a backstreet garden With my bed chair table and wine Looks like I'm going no where but no where's where I am Guess I?ll always be a backstreet broken man Calling out my name and number As I was walking out of my cell Louie gave me back my wallet He nearly dropped my picture of Nell Drinking gets you nowhere but nowhere's where I am Guess I?ll always be a backstreet broken man Oh broken man, oh yeah, broken man Early on a Sunday morning As I was walking on down the lane Someone said, I beg your pardon And I was sure I knew her name She was going somewhere but nowhere's where I ran Guess I?ll always be a backstreet broken man Oh that's where I am, guess I'll always be a backstreet broken man