Cruel Moon

G C D Slipping in and out of unconsciousness G C D Homeless is where the heart is G C D Walk on by and I'll be fine G C D This cardboard cover keeps away the ghouls of the night C D G Em Cos I suppose I think this aint real, some nights I say this shouldn't be me C D G Em It's Christmas Eve and I'm out on the street, but with a lifetime to spare it C D G hits me the truth; under this cruel moon