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...