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Ridin' Out The Storm
The New City winter comes in cold grey sheets 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 been lives on inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy
He wanders nearly with his righteousness in tact
A man of many mansions in a box replete

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

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

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

Tomorrow don't mean nothing it won't even a dent