Snow

First light, city streets they are white and pristine Waiting on the tracks of the early machines This city's so pretty When the snow falls, just at dawn Hey paper boy, how 'bout themselves? This snow keeps fallin' Think its never gonna melt This city's so pretty Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday Globe Table by the window, watch the ploughs in the road This city's so pretty Foreign ships in the night Good sailors from the sea Walk the streets of dawn Down on Beacon Street This city's so pretty They are so far from home Snow is deep and the road is long Snow is deep and the road is long They're so far from home Pass a stranger on the street, he 's way out of sorts He says: Hey, mister, I came up short You got any change, the Lord loves the giver I believe Small change to a stranger, change on the street Change to a man who thought he'd never get beat Well there's a thousand ways A man in the snow gets lost They are so far from home Snow is deep and the road is long Snow is deep and the road is long So far from home There's snow upon the ocean There's snow upon the land Talk about forgiveness Help me understand But I hold on tight I do not let go I walk these streets I am frozen in... Snow First light, city streets are white and pristine They're waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines First light, city streets are white and pristine They are waiting