[Lyric] Michael (Jack Davies and the Bush Chooks)

Well, I hugged a stranger on the corner of Parry street
He was cryin' about his brother's death
Was clingin' onto me

And I was quick to judge him
From a crying man, I nearly walked away
But it's a cold world for those who suffer
And the least I could do is stay

And rolled this man his cigarette
Watched him cry into my arms
Held by the cold, free men to live, and the distant car alarms

On a quiet, Thursday evenin'
After seein' a friend play a show
I thought about my own three brothers
It's been a while since we've been close

But Michael lost his brother
Whilst he was locked in a jail bag
He was the oldest of three siblings
And he wished that God would take him instead
And I felt him tremble
I felt him shakin' in my arms
Oh, he'd speak to me so softly
And then he'd scream at passin' cars

So, I asked where he was headed
And he said he was off to see his little boy
He had a family left shattered
And a younger brother left destroyed

So, I said "Well, you better be strong for your family"
And then he told me his brother's name
And the bitterness in the winter's air
Stole our words once again

So I rolled him another cigarette
And he told me that I had lucky eyes
And I looked at his and saw them glistening
In the cold street lights

And he grabbed my hand
He asked if I was sent from above
Oh, but I had just walked from the kebab shop
Oh, I wish that was enough

But he said he's got some dope on him
If I wanna get high in the morn'
And I just shrugged and said "maybe, my friend"
And that's the last I ever saw
The last I saw of poor, ol' Michael
Though, I still feel his heart tear
Oh, it bellowed through the concrete
And the old winter's air

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