I was sleepin'.
If I can, I will rise with a song
over this frozen land...
There's two feet of snow since we spoke.
There's icicles all in a row;
They look like fangs about to close.
All of my friends are on their way.
I hope they drive in slow.
Well I hope they drive in...
I hope they drive in slow.
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I shovel...
I shovel the drive.
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I shovel...
I shovel the drive.
(Where's that shovel?)
Well there's nothin' in particular
that I have on my mind...
Snow covered pines...
And there's nothin' like the sound
of you comin' up behind;
Putin' your little hands over my eyes...
If you walk ahead...
I will walk in your footsteps.
If you walk behind...
You can walk in mine.
If you walk ahead...
I will walk in your footsteps.
If you walk behind...
You can walk in mine.
You just arrived.