Snow
Well she’s happy in the morning
But the day wears down her smile
Come the evening, she’ll see clearer
As she runs her miracle mile
Yeh she moves with swaggerish style
Has the ear of those in the know, ho ho ho
Come the morning, feels the crawling
Of the chill, not the thrill
The thrill of the snow
Now she rides the slippery slide
Which goes far too high and low
The sun sets slow in the distance
On a life
Slipping fast in the melting snow