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Ridin' Out The Lyrics
The New York City winter comes in cold grey of steel
The numbness in his hands and is all that he can feel
and sterno turns a doorway to a bed

And the ghost of who he might have been on inside his head
In a canyon made of on a sidewalk icy black
He wanders nearly barefoot with his in tact
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box

He lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to
The wind blows on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air
Midst the Sunday times and coffee and wino's in Times Square
Five flights up on Easy Street you know safe and warm

Way down low neath a foot of snow he's out the storm
I offered him my winter coat politely he
Like an educated man he with words I seldom use
He said I don't need pity for these are my own

He bowed his head just slightly and quietly along
Its not like he's a of the homeless life he stalks
Nor helpless to get back the fine line that he walks
Riding out the storm yesterday's already spent

Tomorrow mean nothing it won't even make a dent