It's two below out in Buffalo And in my warmest winter coat I still can't stand the cold Give me the strength to suffer the season With the hope that I might find a reason Got off the last bus, smoked a cigarette And when I get on the next one I don't know where I'm going yet I said goodbye to Harlan, I said goodbye to Katie Belle You know the stories that I told her They ain't the kind an honest man would tell Now I don't get much sleep And I sure could stand to eat And the only ties that bind me are bound To a cold stone road that rolls it rolls Where no one knows A few kids down at the station are just hangin' around I so get out my guitar and I lay a few songs down Maybe I'll go to New York City down to the subway to play It must be warmer down there than it is outside today I know I told Katy I'd look for a real job But I ain't the kind to be bossed and I ain't the kind to be bought I let go of all my angels I told them to go on and fly I let go of all my angels, thought I would be all right alone for a while