Vagabond Holes

Holes in my body, holes in my shoes You can put your fingers in me Let the north wind blow straight through When you left I almost disappeared Now you've gone, I'm not quite here My friends say they call me, but there's nobody home And they say talking to me these days Is like squeezing blood from a stone They say I'm fading fast, my signal's weak You told me to forget about us, I just forgot how to speak Holes in my body. holes in my shoes Who can mend these vagebond holes? No one's going to love you when you're wrinkled and old No teeth in your gums,your hair the colour of snow Up two flights of stairs to your ten dollar room With the smell of all your cats and dust And the newspapers strewn Holes filled with whiskey, holes filled with damp and mould Days get short, and the nights get cold Days go missing when the bottle closes in Weak grow sickly and the sick grow thin Holes in my body, holes in my shoes Who can mend these vagebond holes?