I've seen the fog roll on the river
And I'm hoping that it don't snow
I turn my back onto the wind
I've got nowhere to go
But everything'll be all right
If it don't snow tonight
Till tomorrow
I've seen the sun fighting with a grey
sky warming my place of ground
I guess the sun must be my best friend
There's no one else like him around
No man is an island
But I'm no man at all
Staring out my window
Creeping down the hall
And I think I better go downtown
And steal some kerosene
To warm the room where the island
should have been
I need money to get back home
So I play to the subway crowds
Theatre queues
have heard my blues
Starving's for the proud
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