Did you wake up to the thunder of the dead streets down below? / Did you hear the wind a-howlin‘ through some demon radio? / Oh no, I know it’s so hard to go (Alejandro Escovedo)

So I count my blessings in this world of sin / The holes in the walls let the cold come in / Could I use your skin to keep me warm / So I might make it through the night (Alejandro Escovedo)