Lead on,
be a saint would you,
for my eyes,
they are a little weak,
and I seem to have forgotten,
where we should be going,
amongst this maze of streets,
and as the snow falls,
I have no wish to freeze,
and no wish to end up,
in a permanent sleep,
so, lead on,
and be a saint would you,
for my eyes are a little weak,
and I am a little hungry,
and my stomach is rumbling,
and I do not wish to pass out,
because I have eyes bigger than my belly,
and well,
being out with you,
is much better than watching telly,
so, lead on,
and be a saint would you,
for my eyes are a little weak,
and I am extremely ravenous,
and I do not wish to resort to eating,
the people who are passing us by,
passing us by in the street.