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Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway to a bed, midst the sunday times and thr coffee grinds and thrwino s in times square
Riding out the storm means yesterday s already spent, tomorrow don t mean nothing it won t even make a dent, i offered him my winter coat
He wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact, he wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact
nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks
ah the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
Five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm, and way down low neath a foot of snow he s a-ridin out the storm
and way down low neath a foot of snow he s a-ridin out the storm
midst the sunday times and thr coffee grinds and thrwino s in times square
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete, he wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact
Five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm, riding out the storm means yesterday s already spent Ridin', midst the sunday times and the coffee grinds and the wino s in times square
Five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm, ah the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
midst the sunday times and thr coffee grinds and thrwino s in times square
riding out the storm means yesterday s already spent
A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete, a man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete Out, and the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head
and the ghost of who he might have been lives on inside his head
Five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm, the new york city winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel
Ah the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air, ah the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air
He said i don t need pity for these choices are my own, a man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete
Midst the sunday times and the coffee grinds and the wino s in times square, tomorrow don t mean nothing it won t even make a dent, and he lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat
Riding out the storm means yesterday s already spent, ah the wind blows down on lonely street like an ice pick through the air Crowell, a man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete
Well its not like he s a victim of the homeless life he stalks, five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm, he bowed his head just slightly and then quietly moved along
He said i don t need pity for these choices are my own, five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm
i offered him my winter coat
Nor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks, five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm
five flights up on easy street you know she s safe and warm
tomorrow don t mean nothing it won t even make a dent
Tomorrow don t mean nothing it won t even make a dent, in a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black Out, i offered him my winter coat