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Ridin' Out The Lyrics
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 of who he might have been lives on inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a icy black
He nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact
A man of mansions in a cardboard box replete

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

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

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

Tomorrow mean nothing it won't even make a dent