Testo East Side Story

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."