^CThe New York City winter comes in cold grey sheets of steel ^EmThe numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel ^FAlcohol and sterno turns a do^Corway to a bed And the ghost of who he might have been li^Gves on inside his h^Amead

^CIn a canyon made of brownstone on a sidewalk icy black ^EmHe wanders nearly barefoot with his righteousness in tact ^FA man of many mansions in a ca^Crdboard box replete He lies sleeping with an angel while his h^Geart pretends to b^Ameat

^FThe wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air ^AmMidst the Sunday times, coffee grinds and wino's in Times Square F *C Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm W^Cay down low neath a foot of snow he's ri^Gding out the s^Amtorm

^CI offered him my winter coat politely he refused ^EmLike an educated man he spoke with words I seldom use ^FHe said I don't need pity for these ch^Coices are my own He bowed his head just slightly and qu^Gietly moved al^Among

^FThe wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air ^AmMidst the Sunday times, coffee grinds and wino's in Times Square F *C Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm W^Cay down low neath a foot of snow he's ri^Gding out the s^Amtorm

^CIts not like he's a victim of the homeless life he stalks ^EmNor helpless to get back across the fine line that he walks ^FRiding out the storm means yeste^Crday's already spent Tomorrow don't mean nothing it wo^Gn't even make a d^Ament

^FThe wind blows down on Lonely Street like an ice pick through the air ^AmMidst the Sunday times, coffee grinds and wino's in Times Square F *C Five flights up on Easy Street you know she's safe and warm W^Cay down low neath a foot of snow he's ri^Gding out the s^Amtorm

^CRidin out,Ridin out,Ridin out ^AmRidin out,Ridin out,Ridin out (Repeat to fade)

Rodney Crowell - Ridin out the storm