I flew in on the evening plane.
Is it such a good idea that I am here again?
And I could cut my cold breath with a knife.
And taste the winter of another life.

A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round.
I didn't mind: gave me thinking time before I ran aground
On rocky memories and choking tears.
I believe it only rained round here in thirty years.

Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming.
You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame.
And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour
To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

Thin wind stings my face: pull collar up.
I could murder coffee in a grande cup.
No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here.
A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear.

And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement.
The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone.
And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats.
When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on.

Some things are best forgotten: some are better half-remembered.
I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night.
And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel â??
Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites.

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First Snow on Brooklyn Lyrics as written by Ian Anderson

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    My InterpretationAnother poignant and gut-wrenching song about lost loves and how you can never go home again.

    Here, the singer has gambled on flying to America to perhaps rekindle an old romance with his life's love on Christmas, who he parted with some time before. He did not arrange this with her in advance - it appears to be an impulsive visit. As he rides to his destination in a cab from the airport, he replays all the old memories and emotions that brought him there -- all bittersweet. The bitter cold and snow sets an unforgiving stage for his brave but foolhardy quest as he realizes the folly of his actions when he arrives. As the cab drives away leaving him alone with his thoughts, memories and conflict of what to do, he realizes (too late) that his lost love is no longer alone, and perhaps as he had hoped and fantasized, did not wait for him to come back to her. He realizes, too late, that even calling her would be a mistake. She has moved on, as now he realizes he must also do as he walks away alone through the snow leaving no trace, having never even let her know that he was there.
    Hoplophileon September 14, 2019   Link

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