Brian Wright - Your Brother, The Poet lyrics

So, you scratched at the door Like a cat in the rain And at that I had you Dead to rights So I looked to be sure That your hair was the same But something had scared you Ghostly white So, I lent you a coat And it fell off your shoulders I laughed at the way It swallowed you whole Girl, it's so nice to see ya How long has it been Since Los Angeles has seen any snow And your brother's up in New York City The city that he loved so well And he's plagiarizing promises With the ghost of Dylan Thomas On the ninth floor of the Chelsea Hotel So a penny a thought And a nickel a prayer If we just save a little It'll just get us there So give back the nickels That I've tossed in the well Cause summer in San Francisco Is colder than hell So I dressed up the truth, In a big blue hat, And I walked the old girl right down to the service, And they all asked about you, And the troubles you've had And everyone seemed to believe You deserved it And your brother's up in New York City…. I looked all around And no one could find you Just had to remind you Of the girl on a train She was waving and scared She was tangled and fair Hair danced in the window As the train pulled away