High and Dry

I came here with a woman who believed in my ideas Looking for a dream I'd never found But a woman soon gets hungry of living on a dream And a town like this can turn her head around I made her a promise that a break would bring a change While clinging to a dream that wouldn't die But she got tired of waiting And the only break that came Was when that woman left me high and dry Now my life is just as empty As the pockets in my jeans I don't have that dream to get me by The thing that's worse than dying Is living every day Waking up each morning high and dry If a dream has any value, then how much is it worth? If it won't buy a man a bite to eat Lord, I'm so tired of walking If the devil had a hotel I'd trade my soul for just a place to sleep I'm a man without a purpose I've lost my self respect Since I buried all those dreams that died I know tomorrow's coming and it won't be no better I'll wake up in the morning high and dry Now my life is just as empty As the pockets in my jeans For I don't have that dream to get me by The thing that's worse than dying Is living every day Waking up each morning high and dry