Driving down a winter gravel
Slower than the dogs can run
Spinning track marks in the snow
Now here the moonbeam comes the sun
Bitter winds
A mother's slap
For all I once forgot to do
I'm owning up, I'm owning up
The way we all will have to
If I could have one wish to waste
I would wish to see your face
The longest day of the year
The longest night would be erased
Would be erased