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(C) The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel, A (Em)numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel. (F)Alcohol and (G7)sterno turns a (C)doorway to a bed And the ghost of who he might have been lives (G)on inside his (Am)head.
In a (C)canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black He (Em)wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness intact. A (F)man of many (G7)mansions in a (C)cardboard box replete, And he lies sleeping with an angel while his (G)heart pretends to (Am)beat.
Ah, the (F)wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air Midst the (Am)Sunday Times and the coffee grinds and the winos in Times Square. (F)Five flights up on Easy Street, you (C)know she's safe and warm, And way down low ?neath a foot of snow he's a-(G)riding out the (Am)storm.
I (C)offered him my winter coat, politely he refused, Like an (Em)educated man he spoke with words I seldom use. He (F)said I don't need (G7)pity, for these (C)choices are my own. He bowed his head just slightly and then (G)quietly moved a(Am)long.
Ah, the (F)wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air Midst the (Am)Sunday Times and the coffee grinds and the winos in Times Square.