Cold Hands

He said, "Call me the king of the street 'Cause I rule over all you can see" But he was living like an outcast His kingdom in a shot glass But his castle is made out of sand So he slept in a doorway instead And although the buzz keeps him flying high He misses his daughter sometimes And if you close your eyes You can see the man The man he used to be Someone like you and me Reaching out with cold hands Reaching out with cold hands Reaching out with cold hands Reaching out with cold hands He was working from 7 to 5 Barely scraping enough to survive To make that move on Wall Street He ends up sleeping on his car seat And if you close your eyes You can see the man The man he used to be Someone like you and me Reaching out with cold hands Reaching out with cold hands And when all you've built Comes crashing down When the ones you love Leave you down and out You reach out with cold hands So I stand on the streets and I sing Telling stories of where I've been And all the people I've met on the way But my guitar's getting harder to play 'Cause I play with cold hands Singing songs with cold hands And when all you've built Comes crashing down When the ones you love Leave you down and out You reach out with cold hands You reach out with cold hands