Frosty Mornings

Frosty mornings
Stay at home
Think about
The time that’s gone
Trying to reason what went wrong
Then you start to write a song
Running in the street,
Bumping into those you meet
Heading over heels
Scratch your head, see how it feels
Jumping on a bus
Jumping off again because
There’s nowhere to go
And it’s going to snow
I think it’s going to snow
I think it’s going to snow
I think it’s going to snow
There’s no point in coming down
Just because you’re in the town
See the way a winter breeze
Leaves a pattern through the leaves
I’m looking at a scene
Everything is colored green
Standing on your head
Finding things beneath the bed
Sitting on a floor
Waiting for a friend to stop
Climbing on a tree
To see if it is he
See if it is he
See if it is he
See if it is he
Makes no difference where you’ve been
Whirlpool chasms suck you in
Roundabout you swirl and glide
Now you’re floating on the tide
No matter what you do
Don’t forget it isn’t you
Nothing you can hide
Nothing lives that hasn’t died
Nothing lives that hasn’t died
Nothing lives that hasn’t died
Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa
Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa
No matter what you do
Don’t forget it isn’t you
Nothing you can hide
Nothing lives that hasn’t died
Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa
Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa