Winter Coat

the days are getting colder
and you've no winter clothes
you shake to hide your shivers
so nobody knows

(except for me
i always see
i could always see)

i asked you to give me a reason to stop
and you said "i've got a good one, a good one"
but it was uncalled for to say that i was not my father's son

now you're out in new york city
wearing the new guy's coat
and duck inside the cathedral
to escape the snow
and stare up at the ceiling wondering how high it goes

(if you were hollow
if you could float
feather-light bones
how high could you go?)

you asked me to give you a reason to talk
and i said "i've got a good one, a good one"
you interrupt though, pull a quick stop and i guess we'll never know

would you come home if i left you alone?
my apology won't get through by phone.

now faced with the question of "grace" vs. "slap-in-face"
oh man, that's a good one, a good one,
but i think in this case there might be no difference at all