When I m drunk I dream of you, when I m dry its of you too.
I have my clothes tucked in my bag, in case you do not want me back.
And when I smile it wont be long, long again till I m on my own.
Oh on the street and with the poor, to drink until I can think no more.
So dream of lands far far away, and love to come to you some day.
And think of things that make you smile, if it s only for a while.
May the road rise up to meet you, may God have mercy on you.
And may that mercy follow you, your whole day through
