Riding Out The Storm

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 Refrain: F All the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air 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 Solo Its not like he's a victim of the 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 {Thanks to DeWick@Web.de for tabs}