The Poorest Company *

When the wind feels like the words are breathing in and out of me,

And I’m standing beside you there’s a shadow where a man should be,

I would be glad enough if wherever I might be,

People would remember we’re woven in a tapestry.

When we steal what we can, with the courage to be free,

And I’ve found where I belong, among the poorest company.

When the wind feels like the world in useless spinning all round me,

A country round my shoulders its flag raised on a gallows tree,

I wont let it get me down, I know there are people now,

Who bind together what they do and live their lives like I want to.

When we steal what we can, I take everything I see,

And I’ve found where I belong, among the poorest company.