now what you say
is what you do
and where your from
is where your going to
you get cold
you flick the switch
side of the road
looks like youve got a hitch
the crowds are dark and the storm is coming
the heaters broken but the motor's running
the radio man says its happening we're gonna be snowed in
snowed in, snowed in, snowed in, snowed in....
ow how you act
is how you feel
it isnt how you drive the car
its how you look behind the wheel
you drive north
on scratch gravel road
your lips move, in morse code
the crowds are dark and the storm is coming
the heaters broken but the motor's running
the radio man says its happening we're staring out the window of the car
its looking like we're gonna be snowed in
snowed in, snowed in, snowed in, snowed in....
cruising for a bruising
playing with a fire
shaking like a leaf
while im walking on a wire
looking for some action
fumbling with the keys
crying for passion
it dont come for free
mining precious metals
digging down for ore
plucking out the petals
from the flowers in the soil
slipping in the shadows
forgetting all your friends
waiting on the winter
here it comes again