It's cold, and snow's actually on the ground
Streets trafficking in sleds
There's a war on the corner
With no guaranteed winner
It's just a snowfall of snowballs
And I can feel my hands again
It's 2 PM and our snow is fallin' still
As our good city lay still
And our friends are packed
Around some no smoking bar
Yeah, we step slowly and quiet
All boys come on and girls join up
All boys come on and girls join up
And all these days slip by us
All boys come on and girls join up
All boys come on and girls join up