When everything you own will fit in a paper sack
No one notice you leaving nobody ask you when you coming back
You live in a rented room your money run out too soon
You've pawned all your hopes bummed all your smokes
And you leave by the quarter moon

Quarter moon better than none when you travel the night road
Quarter moon better than none when you carry a light load

And every bowery bum you know was somebody's mother's son
He never mean to hurt nobody just a drinking to have his fun
Drinking away the good times drinking away the bad
And nobody know where a poor man go when he lose everything that he had

Quarter moon better than none...

And every man in the mission tonight is dreaming whiskey shadows
Where heaven is lined with bottles of wine and deep sparkling meadows

When everything you own...
Quarter moon better than none...