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I was born in Tegucigalpa the only day it ever snowed there |
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Was a frozen wave that killed the yucca and the Adam's fig |
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I always seem to bring the cold anywhere I ever go |
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That's just the way it's always gonna be |
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My family moved us ever northward up to the terra borealis |
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Along the crooked pikes of the ruminants and voyageurs |
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But my heart belongs to the smoke of Hamilton and Monongahela |
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And all the dirty cities along the way |
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But you know they all lied to you |
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Them there with the spider eyes |
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I'll always keep you warm |
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I'll always treat you nice |
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I was floated in just this morning |
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Woke up a thousand miles from nowhere |
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I'm a broke-legged paint in a herd of unicorns y'know |
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I always seem to bring the gray skies every time I ever fly |
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From all the dirty cities along the way |
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But you know they all lied to you |
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Those folks with the spider eyes |
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I'll always keep you warm |
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I'll always treat you nice |
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I'll never snow on your parade |
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I'll never snow on your parade |
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I'll never bring a cloudy day |
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I'll never snow on your parade |
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Thank you all so very much you crossers of the many time zones |
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But I'm heading back to the place that makes sense to me |
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'Cause my heart belongs to the snows of Buffalo and Chicago |
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And all the dirty cities along the way |
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Wow, and all the dirty cities along the way |
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Oh, and all the dirty cities along the way |
