| 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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