Winter Coat

Early morning the city
Deserted and dirty
Old man this winter coat
Around you like a moat

Your weathered face
Would not look out of place
On the shoulders of
A besuited city god

In a former life you might have been a
Sugar daddy to a ballerina
With a suite at the ritz
And private flights to St Moritz

In these glorious days of old
You'd have made nothing of the cold
Now old man this winter coat
Around you like a moat

The streets of this city
Offer all except pity
In a paper cup your takings
Will take care of today's living

In these glorious days of old
You'd have made nothing of the cold
Now old man this winter coat
Around you like a moat

The streets of this city
Offer all except pity



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Zagar
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