East Side Now

Sitting on a stairwell on the upper east side

Oh jack watches as a poodle in it's mink stroll by

The skies turns to grey as old jack he turns away

Knowin' that poodle probably eats better than most cats in this town

And he wants to leave but he knows he is bound

To open shelters wherever they may be found

To the west side skies, new hope in his eyes

Another day here, another day alive.

In new york city, his friends can be found

Mumblin' about doors being too big, too wide, too round

Or you'll see them in the alley with their coats not too thick

Or you'll hear them in the subway askin' for money or an old ticket to new brunswick.

Jack he gave in many long winters ago

When the bright lights of the city dimmed to a desperate glow

And the four seasons, they turned to snow

"baby you can never be warm once you've been that cold."