I don't remember what it was like
To go back home
I only know it was cold and white
and I was alone
Won't you tell me how
I can see you now
tell me why
everybody tries
everybody lies
Underneath the trees tonight
where little men sleep
all that snow will turn to white
while their lovers creep
CHORUS
You should live in Dave's van
in Sunnyland Park
and count the little days
turning into dark
CHORUS