I haven't seen your face In such a long, long time We were wondering when you might come around Was it all about money? Was it just about time? But we realized just what you're all about You're all about starving the fever And feeding the cold With your bird in hand You say it keeps you down to earth Well the morning is a long time coming And you can see it as plain as day Was it a hard comedown or are you back for more? And the winter week's been growing Tell me do you miss that child? You know she's getting tall, I saw her yesterday You're all about starving the fever And feeding the cold With your gun in hand You say it keeps your children warm And I'm getting old before my time Looking for what little truth there is to find I feel those river fingers gripping All the life that's left inside Don't try to tell me that you've changed Your story's getting old There's the Simon Silk Mill breathing Breathing her songs into the air I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much I feel bad for you now, you've missed out on so much You're all about starving the fever And feeding the cold With your bird in hand You say it keeps you down to earth Down to earth You're all about starving the fever And feeding the cold With your gun in hand You say it keeps your children warm Your children warm It won't get any better It won't get any better It won't get any better It won't get any better