well i left my sweater in brooklyn like i left my flannel in shushan and i was drinking a pabst blue ribbon like a genny down at the old station door s open and i m not leaving the cigarette smoke i m breathing door s open and i m not leaving there s a fire but i m still freezing i could take the midtown bus but i d rather my pickup truck an old white custom deluxe the only one i can trust and it s cold i m not leaving and it s cold i m not leaving door s open and i m not leaving the cigarette smoke i m breathing door s open and i m not leaving there s a fire but i m still freezing and it s cold i m not leaving and it s cold i m not leaving and it s cold i m not leaving and it s cold i m not leaving