The streets of New York City, became his only friends
Fit him like a glove on a fighter's hand
But dreaming was for free, so he would just pretend
That he had never heard of Hart's Island

Everyone had told him about that lonely place
The winds that blow so cold across the land
The only thing that's worse than dying in disgrace
Is being buried there on Hart's Island

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That's where you go if you're someone no one knows
Just a plastic rose, on Hart's Island
No one comes around and no names can be found
The homeless underground, Hart's Island

The years had left their scars on the body of that man
Nothing like the pain inside his mind
He fought in every city, from town to town he ran
Searching for the home he longed to find

He returned to New York City, in the twilight of his years
The ring had left him nothing but the past
Drinking eased his sorrow, and helped to calm his fears
Knowing that the comfort would not last

In a lonely little room just before he died
Gino had reached out to hold a hand
For the family he prayed for and all the nights he cried
Gino found his home on Hart's Island