Left Alone Malcolm Holcombe (Ft. Iris DeMent)

He was a Viet Nam veteran, a killing machine
Made it back alive without a scrape of mean

Good friend of mine, reckon thirty-five years
Not one cross word looking eye to eye

Now you don't know better
Strung out in the cold
And you don't know better
When you got no home
Now you don't know better
When you're left alone to die

She was as pretty as a picture, did little harm
Another burned out night, we were doing wrong
Never hugged and kissed 'er, but her heart beat strong
Another burned out night, we were doing wrong

Now you don't know better
Strung out in the cold
And you don't know better
When you got no home
Now you don't know better
When you're left alone to die

Upside down at the bottom of the steps
In a pool of blood ain't nobody left
Just me and Drew and a New York cop
Working on change and the falling out