Hugh Blumenfeld Blizzard
There's a winter storm with my name on it And it's cutting up the coast On the radar there's a ghost Clear to the Carolinas It feels like years since December And it seems like more till spring I swear I'll bear up under anything That this one can dump on me It's a white rage It's a blank page -Blizzard It's the mind of winter, One last drunken -Blizzard I've got candles on the counter Water in the tub Survival skills I know, but Living I can't understand The wind howls all night long And the big plows thunder in the street You can hear the snow turn to sleet There goes the mailbox again It's a white rage It's a blank page -Blizzard It's the mind of winter, One last drunken -Blizzard And the flames sing in the dark Some stupid love song bout a broken heart I'd just as soon be holed up for days Dig out in my own time Lean on my shovel, squint in the sunshine Shout to the neighbors, make sure they remember me! And I know you're not coming back I can't say I blame you for that just so long you can stand Living with a snowman It's a white rage It's a blank page -Blizzard It's the mind of winter, One last drunken -Blizzard Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music
