On Top of MacDonald Bridge

I feel good right now
At this place, at this time
I climbed to where I am right now
Came up here with a deck of cards
And cigarettes from Saint Pierre, Miquelon

My shoes always slip on the last rung
The cars glow past beneath me now
The harbor wind is wet on my face
I burned the suits off of the cards
And sent them blowing far off
To Sable Island

I can see the lights of the city
I can see my own apartment
I can see the lights on in the kitchen
I got my kerosene lamp
And a wool hat from Norway

It's hard to get down when it's raining
It's hard to get down when it's raining
It's hard to gеt down, It's hard to get down
It's hard to get down when it's raining