My hands are wrapped in your raven hair
in the faded picture on the back stair

We were narrow, we were steady, trembling and ready

to give it hell in this rocky world

You said do I look like I could be a strong mother
and raise the good side of a young daughter
In the hotel Shangri La, let me tell you
I've been thinking of her in this rocky world

Chicago is heavy but I can't turn around
I'm smuggling that whiskey over flesh and pound
Michigan I worry and Suzy I'm sorry
that I lost you out there in the rocky world

Would you build me a building, a chapel out there
at the top of the hill in the still blue air

Near the weather vane, by the track and train

I'll be looking for you in the rocky world

She's turning twenty, and out on the make

Pounding the blacktop with a habit to shake
She's looking for a manger in the eyes of a stranger

down in the streets of a rocky world