Man made of butterfat
Careening around on a sno cat
And I can't drive any faster
My hands are like ice, and the moon shines
On pepper trees and rogueries
The yellow lines look blue
Sno burries Whitehall
White powdered numbetal
And I can't think anymore
My feet are like ice, and the moon sets
On Christmas trees and plastic deer
I decide to forgive and forget
I thank God you're comatose
As I pull back the bedclothes
And I can't believe my composure
And I can't remember my anger
And summer is a fish story
I wonder where we'll be