now what you saynis what you donand where your fromnis where your going tonyou get coldnyou flick the switchnside of the roadnlooks like youve got a hitchnnthe crowds are dark and the storm is comingnthe heaters broken but the motor's runningnthe radio man says its happening we're gonna be snowed innsnowed in, snowed in, snowed in, snowed in....nnnow how you actnis how you feelnit isnt how you drive the carnits how you look behind the wheelnyou drive northnon scratch gravel roadnyour lips move, in morse codennnthe crowds are dark and the storm is comingnthe heaters broken but the motor's runningnthe radio man says its happening we're staring out the window of the carnits looking like we're gonna be snowed innsnowed in, snowed in, snowed in, snowed in....nncruising for a bruisingnplaying with a firenshaking like a leafnwhile im walking on a wirenlooking for some actionnfumbling with the keysncrying for passionnit dont come for freennmining precious metalsndigging down for orenplucking out the petalsnfrom the flowers in the soilnslipping in the shadowsnforgetting all your friendsnwaiting on the winternhere it comes againn