A song wailing and bursting with the pain of a wounded heart, from the loss of love, driving one on to bestow value, ironically, on replacing a lover with a maid, who will merely concern herself with meeting 'banale' needs - to sustain existence, without emotional connection, and without the risks associated with being 'high' on love e.g. the risks of having further to fall when love collapses.
My life is changin' in so many ways
I don't know who to trust anymore
There's a shadow runnin' thru my days
Like a beggar goin' from door to door