I was surely told your love is a curse
But to do without is 1000 times worse
Stuck out in the snow
Some propped up scarecrow
Come the sun I’m heading south
With 1000 dreams I could do without
I was surely told your love is a curse
I would wake before the day, I would be the first
To shiver and to shake
To wait and your front gate
Come the sun across your face
1000 dreams I would trace
I was surely told codeine is a curse
But to do without is 1000 times worse
Struck a golden vein
Then forty days of rain
Come the sun I’m heading south
With 1000 dreams I could do without