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Texty: Sean Watkins. Chicago.


Blowing trash in bitter wind, zip my sweatshirt to the top
Shoulders high and hands are hid in pockets not quite adequate
Sidewalk take me to the fire that will melt my frozen soul
Please don't let me stay this way, I'm so cold and all alone

Glass and steel cut through the wind a lake storm sent this way
Dividing up the avenues, I walk to give away the blues and take the day away

Walking quickly through the rain, I make no contact with my eyes
I weave through coats that hang on men, she is nowhere in my sight

People stand in corner crowds with eyes that point down to their wrists
Wishing they were warm inside, as they breathe into their fists

Glass and steel cut through the wind a lake storm sent this way
Dividing up the avenues, I walk to give away the blues and take away the day
I walk to give away the blues and take the day away



Sean Watkins