Gone lost all my soulful friends
I'll not make ones like those again
I thought I had so few of them
And now not even you

I feel just like them old guys now
Old times is all I talk about
I mumble to myself out loud
This disenchanted muse

Lay low in this town
Climb board the next train coming buddy
I got these low down
Disenchanted, Disenchanted, Disenchanted Blues

The moon is full and high and hued
The shadows of the trees are glued
To streets lit in an empty mood
I've nothing left to lose