sat in the cold
and the wind and the snow
happy inside with nowhere to go
been a long, long time
since i set out to rhyme
never had time now i don't have a dime
but the smoke tastes better
now i'm not a go-getter
the glass is chill
now i've had my fill
stop to witness leopards in the snow
leather-clad cowboys on the go
see a friend on his way in
watch the beard grow
on my chin
life is getting better