Everything for a piece of bread,
I left her there, thought she was dead,
wandering down the familiar path,
trying to escape from another sudden death.

The road is rocky and full of trees,
the wind is cold and I almost freeze,
got to move on, got to be somewhere new,
never again on the mountain with you.

And yet again I kill another love,
while trying to locate the one above,
and yet again I kill another dream.

And yet again I find myself alone,
with no one to help me go on,
and yet again I kill another dream.

Everything for a human touch,
they say that I don't get out much,
trying to make do with some tainted love,
I treat her well with a butcher's glove.