Cold Hands From New York Gordon Lightfoot

[Verse 1]
I came down through Albany
To New York to find what I'd been missin'
I looked across the river to
The city where the windows all stood glistenin'
I stood listenin'
Into a tunnel I did ride
Like a grave inside
But I was young and able
When I came out the other end
All through the smoke the winter light was feeble
Unreadable
I was optimistic though
A cabbie told me where to go
I thanked him
A face of white, a face of brown
Oh, here a smile and there a look of danger
For a stranger

[Pre-Chorus]
It was too unreal for me
I found no one who trusted me
There was no man could offer me
A cold hand from New York

[Chorus]
Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries
"Won't someone please help me?
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way
And need me"