I don't remember what it was like
to go back home
I only know it was cold and bright
and I was alone
CHORUS
Won't you tell me how
I could see you now?
Tell me why
everybody tries, everybody lies?
Underneath the trees tonight
where little men sleep
All that snow will turn to white
while their lovers creep
CHORUS
You should live in Dave's hands
at Sunnyland Park
and count the little days
turning into dark
