The guy who came in from the cold

The Guy Who Came in From the Cold (M. McDonald)



Covered in ticker tape

Of welcome home tears

And all the hugs he hates

Dispelled his fears

He made it

And the colours were truly flying

Celebrate to be alive

He knows he'll live

To see thirty-five

He's got work to do now

And he knows it



The guy who came in from the cold



If Bob Dylan taught him how to think

Then Pete Townshend taught him to drink

And his father dropped him off there

Somewhere out there on his ledge

The punk rock demons had him on the edge

And he fears these days

Make his tales invalid



The guy who came in from the cold



Somewhere fear and joy had traded roles

Fear went the way of the buffalo

Comfort was a legend in one's dreams



So we are vanquished



So we are redeemed



It's too easy to blame society

He seeks justice discreetly

There's no doubt in his mind

That one day he will have it

In for a penny, in for a pound

He can take his shots

He's been around

One thing's for sure

He didn't grow up spoiled



The guy who came in from the cold



He wears his jeans

Like combat gear

Like a uniform

The whole damn year

If the ship comes in

He'll be ready