Snow

First light, city streets they are white and steamy

Waiting on the tracks of the early machinery

This city's so pretty

When the snow falls, just a dawn (?)

Hey, paper boy, how 'bout (themselves? sells?)

This snow keeps fallin', ain't never gonna melt

This city's so pretty

Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday Globe

Table by the window, watch the flowers in(?) the road

This city's so pretty

Far ships in the night from sailors from the sea

Walk the streets of dawn down on spree(?)

This city's so pretty

They are so far from home

The snow is deep and the road is long

The snow is deep and the road is long

They're so far from home

Pass a stranger on the street, he (?) out of source(?), he says:

Hey, mister, I came up short, you got any change, the Lord loves the given I believe.

A small change to a stranger, strange on the street, strange to a man who thought he'd never get deep.

Well there's a thousand ways

A man in the snow gets (? well?)

They are so far from home

The snow is deep and the road is long

The 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

But I hold on tight

I do not let go

I walk these streets

I am frozen in...

snow

First light, city streets are white

And Christina(e?)'s waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines

First light, city streets are white

Christine(a?), they are waiting.