Sam Baker - Snow

First light, city streets they are white and Pristine
Waiting on the tracks of the early machines
This city’s so pretty
When the snow falls just at dawn

Hey, paper boy, how ‘bout them Celts
This snow keeps fallin’, ain’t never gonna melt
This city’s so pretty

Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday Globe
Table by the window, watch the plows in the road
This city’s so pretty

Far ships in the night good sailors from the sea
Walk the streets at dawn down on Beacon Street
This city’s so pretty

They are so far from home
The snow is deep and the road is long
The snow is deep and the road is long
They are so far from home

Pass a stanger on the street, he is way out of sorts, he says:
Hey, mister, I come up short, you got any change, the Lord loves a giver I believe.
A small change to a stranger, change on the street, change to a man who thought he’d never get beat.
Well there’s a thousand ways
A man in the snow gets lost.

They are so far from home
The snow is deep and the road is long
The snow is deep and the road is long
So far from home

There is snow upon the ocean, there is snow upon the land.
Talk about forgiveness
Help me understand
But I hold on tight
I do not let go
I walk these streets
I am frozen in…
snow

First light, city streets are white and pristine and
Waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines
First light, city streets are white and pristine
they are waiting