Grand Street Lyrics

	His foot held the door,
	To the alley in back
	Where the hotel's kitchen let out
	And the night butcher stood
	'Neath a dim iron moon
	And spoke to himself right out loud
	Spoke to himself right out loud
	I gave him some room
	And waited for you,
	Sat on the steps like a kid
	Polished my boots
	On the back of my calf
	And smoked like it was something I did,
	Smoked like it was something I did
	That summer was thick
	And as still as a nun
	On the steps of St. Michael's on Grand
	Who scowled at a window
	Propped up with a broom
	That aired every moan of a man,
	That aired every moan of a man
	You spoke from behind me,
	"You look like a soldier
	Guarding the president's train"
	Taking my arm,
	A scarf on your head
	As if, oh dear God, it could rain,
	As if, oh dear God, it could rain
	His foot held the door,
	To the alley in back
	Where the hotel's kitchen let out
	And the night butcher stood
	'Neath a dim iron moon
	And spoke to himself right out loud
	Spoke to himself right out loud

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