Stay out of trouble

I walked around for hours, two ten pence pieces in my hand
I was alone and freezing, still trying hard to understand you

I left the others knowing I had to work this by myself
but now the feeling’s growing, I would be better off with their help

so baby, what we’ve got has lately, not been enough

I wish I had your scarf still, that once embraced and kept me warm.
I wish you could be with me, in these last days when I am still hopelessly poor

stay out of trouble, stay in touch
try not to think about me to much