Rodney Crowell - Ridin' Out the Storm lyrics

The New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel A 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 intact A man of many mansions in a cardboard box replete And he lies sleeping with an angel while his heart pretends to beat 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 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 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 Ah the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air 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 And way down low 'neath a foot of snow he's a-ridin' out the storm Well 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 Ah the wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air 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 And way down low 'neath a foot of snow he's a-ridin' out the storm Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out Ridin' out, ridin' out, ridin' out