Fate's Right Hand

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 brow

Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool It's the hum and the rhythm of the birds and the bees The momma's and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees It's the brothers and the sisters livin

The hour is early The whole world is quiet A beautiful morning's about to ignite I'm ready for danger I'm ready for fire I'm ready for something to lift me up higher Life's been good, I guess My ragged old heart's been blessed With so much more than

I could shed my skin and in the blink of an eye I could fly fly fly Tie my dreams up in a sack and lay my head down on the track and die die die My life's been so sweet I just can't stand it I must admit I've made out like a bandit Last night's conve