Stepped in quick because it's cold outside, it's getting dark, there's a blowin' wind
Once again I turned my eyes away, walkin' fast, had my keys in hand
I shutter somehow knowing that this could be me…on the street…lost, wet, hungry
Only by a little grace of God, providence, or a lucky streak
Where are we, when it's cold outside
Who do we see, blue sheets and misery
How do we feel, when it's cold outside
Is it better him, much better than you?
On city streets, it's cold outside, hail and sleet in Montgomery
Downtown sidewalks, hunger on the street, walkin' fast, so your eyes don't meet
Reach out a hand, when it's cold outside
Send a little heart, and sanity
Ain't it so damn crazy, this could be you
Is he better than you, without that luck streak?