Now what you say is what you do
And where you're from is where you're going to.
You get cold, you flick the switch
Saddle row looks like you've got a hitch.
The clouds are dark and the storm is coming,
The heater's broken but the motor's running.
The radio man says it's happening
We're going to be snowed in!
Snowed in! Snowed in! Snowed in!
Snowed in! Snowed in! Snowed in!
Snowed in.
Now how you act is how you feel.
It isn't how you drive the car,
It's how you look behind the wheel.
You drive north on scratch gravel roads.
Your lips move in Morse code.
The clouds are dark and the storm is coming.
The heater's broken but the motor's running.
The radio man says it's happening
We're staring at the window of the car
It's looking like we're going to be snowed in!
Snowed in! Snowed in! Snowed in!
Snowed in! Snowed in! Snowed in!
Snowed in.
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Cruisin' for a bruisin'
Playing with a fire
Shaking like a leaf
While walking on a wire.
Looking for some action,
Fumbling with the keys.
Crying for compassion,
It's all come for free.
Mining precious metals,
Digging down for oil.
Plucking all the petals,
From the flowers in the soil.
Slipping in the shadows
Forgetting all your friends,
Waiting on the winner.
Here it comes again.