Morning after snowstorm Stand in the silence Almost feel reborn all alone on the street It’s a certain sort of stillness when the quiet surrounds you The only sound your shovel on concrete
I remember those piles from the snow plows always seemed much bigger back when I was kid Pushed all of the snow to the end of the driveway I was the only person up in the neighborhood Morning after snowstorm
I turned the ignition and I started my car Morning after snowstorm I scraped off my windshield with the edge of a credit card
I remember that drive into work Still can hear the voice coming over the radio Listen to our experts give the best tips for the next time you entertain dinner guests
I thought of the day in a tie in the kitchen I sat and I watched you put make-up on Thought of the day in the basement when I played house I felt ashamed that I’d stayed in my head in the same place for so long Because I was afraid to change But that’s not an excuse to stay
Morning after snowstorm I climbed up on the snowbank and I stared at the neighborhood Morning after snowstorm I think I finally understood what they meant when they said there’s a calm after the storm
Saw my grandpa at his workbench building grandma’s bookshelf Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street
Father alone on the highway I heard the salt trucks and neighbors off to work Saw my mother Saw how history loops around all of these moments and then I saw you
In a dress there with your eyes open wide to put make-up on Thought of the day in the basement that I played house And I felt ashamed I’d ignored all the hands that extended before and around me Because I was afraid to change But that’s not an excuse to stay It’s not an excuseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
