C
The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel
Am
The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel
F C Am
Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed
C G Am
And the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head
In a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black
He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete
He lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat
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F
All the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air
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Am
Midst the Sunday times and coffee grinds and wino's in Times Square
F C Am
Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm
C G Am
Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm
I offered him my winter coat politely he refused
Like an educated man he spoke with words I seldom use
He said I don't need pity for these choices are my own
He bowed his head just slightly and quietly moved along
Refrain
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