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

And the ghost of who he might have lives on inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a icy black
He wanders barefoot with his righteousness in tact
A man of many mansions in a box replete

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

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

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

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