if you can find no rhyme and reason
and the rain is pouring out of season
don't have nowhere to lay your head
and you feel you might as well be good and dead

she will hold you to her breast
and for a while make you forget the rest
of your troubles and your woes
and warm you as the cold wind blows
oh lady muse, you're always there
when the world no longer seem to care at all

she knows all about my sinful ways
and the guilt will keep on haunting me all through my days
no use in looking for redemption high above
and there is no consolation in a wretched love

she will hold you to her breast
and just for a while make you forget the rest
of your troubles and your woes
and warm you as the cold wind blows
oh lady muse, you're always there
when people just don't seem to care at all