Lyrics Snow Bight - Fred Thomas

Snow Bight

Pound sign footnote like a highwire pro, and
Put her name into all your throwaway poems, oh
I was sleeping when you called, I couldn’t hear the phone
but I was dreaming of home
Stop before you tell me something you don’t want me to know
You can’t save me from the way rain always turns into snow, and
Will I see you at the airport?
Will I see you at all?
I’ll be sleeping when you call
I’ll be dreaming of some time long ago
I’ll be dreaming of snow