Gordon Lightfoot - Cold Hands From New York Lyrics
I came down from albany to new york to find what Id been missinI looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glisteninI stood listeninInto a tunnel I did rise, like a grave inside, but I was young and ableWhen I came out the other end, ah through the smoke the winter light was feebleUnreadableI was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to goI thanked himA face of white a face of brown, here a smile, there a look of dangerFor a strangerIt was too unreal for meI found no one who trusted meThere was no man could offer meA cold hand from new yorkCold hands from new yorkA voice within you cries wont someone please help meIll do the same for you one dayIf you should ever pass my way and need meI came down to live alone in new york the city of the livingThere were fortunes at my feet but most of men were taking, none we givingOr forgivingChildren ran and children played and roses grew in alleywaysI saw themThere were men who lived in style and others who had died where no one knew themcause they couldnt winThere were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms where babies crept unwantedTill I began to ask myself if there was hope or if it mattered what the didOr if they livedIt was too unreal for meI found no one who trusted meThere was no man could offer meA cold hand from new yorkCold hands from new yorkA voice within you cries wont someone please help meIll do the same for you one dayIf you should ever pass my way and need meI came down from albany to new york to find what Id been missinI looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glisteninI stood listeninThere were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled and said forget itThere were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, I felt itSo afraid of itThere were preachers of the word and poets who were never heardI heard themThere were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lieTheyre livinI heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listenI heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered their best wishesThats how it isIt was too unreal for meI found no one who trusted meThere was no man could offer meA cold hand from new yorkCold hands from new yorkA voice within you cries wont someone please help meIll do the same for you one dayIf you should ever pass my way and need me
