Dress Rehearsal Rag (early version) Leonard Cohen

Four o'clock in the afternoon
And I didn't feel like very much
I said to myself: "Where are you golden boy
Where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
All of the elephants lie down
I thought you were the crown prince
Of all the wheels in Ivory Town
Just take a look at your body now
There's nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries:
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
Your trembling fingers to behave
Why don't you try unwrapping
A stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this
Yes it's come to this
And wasn't it a long way down
Wasn't it a strange way down?

There's no hot water
And the cold is running thin
Well, what do you expect from
The kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup
It's all caked and cracked along the rim
That's not the electric light, my friend
That is your vision growing dim
Cover up your face with soap, there
Now you're Santa Claus
And you've got a gift for anyone
Who will give you his applause
I thought you were a racing man
Ah, but you couldn't take the pace
That's a funeral in the mirror
And it's stopping at your face
That's right, it's come to this
Yes it's come to this
And wasn't it a long way down
Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?