Can you feel the cold wind coming in
Did you know there's old men drinking gin
On a corner on a cold night
Up in Denver town
And they sleep on the ground
They walk along the streets at night
They have no one to hold their body tight
Sleeping warm around a fiery garbage can
They’re some lonely old men
Can you take them in from the cold to the warm
On a stormy winter night
Can you understand their pain
Without judging who is wrong or right
Can you take a lesson in life
From a man
Who sleeps around a garbage can
Some were scholars who learned their lessons well
Some were poets with stories they wished to tell
Some were men who never had the chance to try
In the cold
Some of them died
They walk along the streets at night
Always clinging close to the city lights
Living off the things we choose to throw away
Garage sale blues
And dime-a-dance romance anyway
Can you take them in from the cold to the warm
On a stormy winter night
Can you understand their pain
Without judging who is wrong or right
Can you take a lesson in life
From a man
Who sleeps around a garbage can
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023