Sitting on a stairwell on the Upper East Side   Oh Jack watches as a poodle in it's mink stroll by   The skies turns to grey as old Jack he turns away   knowin' that poodle probably eats better than most cats in this town      And he wants to leave but he knows he is bound   To open shelters wherever they may be found   To the West Side skies, new hope in his eyes   Another day here, another day alive.      In New York City, his friends can be found   Mumblin' about doors being too big, too wide, too round   Or you'll see them in the alley with their coats not too thick   Or you'll hear them in the subway askin' for money or an old ticket to New Brunswick.      Jack he gave in many long winters ago   When the bright lights of the city dimmed to a desperate glow   And the four seasons, they turned to snow   "Baby you can never be warm once you've been that cold."