Snow

First light city streets they are white, pristine

Waiting on the tracks of the early machines

This city is so pretty when the snow falls just at dawn

Hey paper boy how about them Celts

This snow keeps falling, think it’s never gonna melt

This city is so pretty

Got a cup of coffee, a Sunday Globe

A table by the window, watch the plows in the road

This city is so pretty

From ships in the night, good sailors from the sea

Walk the streets at dawn down on Beacon Street

This city is so pretty

They are so far from home

Snow is deep

And the road is long

Snow is deep

And the road is long

They are so far from home

There's a stranger on the street

He is way out of sorts

He says hey mister I’ve come up short

You got any change

The Lord loves a giver I believe

It's small change to a stranger

Change on the street

Change to a man

Thought he’d never get beat

Well there's a thousand ways

A man in the snow gets lost

They are so far from home

Snow is deep

And the road is long

Snow is deep

And the road is long

So far from home

There's snow upon the ocean

There's snow upon the land

Talk about forgiveness

Help me understand

Why I hold on tight

I do not let go

I walk these streets 

I am frozen in snow

First light city streets are white, pristine

They're waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines

First light city streets are white, pristine

They are waiting