Karaoké Riding Out The Storm Rodney Crowell

The New York city winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel

The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel

Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed

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

And he lies sleeping with an angel

While his heart pretends to beat

Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air

Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square

Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm

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 then quietly moved along

Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air

Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square

Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm

Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm

Well it's not like he's a victim of this homeless life he stalks

Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks

Riding out the storm means yesterday's already spent

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

Oh the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air

Midst the sunday times and coffee grinds and the wino's in Times Square

Five flights up on easy street you know she's safe and warm

Way down low neath a foot of snow he's riding out the storm

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