It's snowing, in Seattle
The picture, on the mantle
Of you in, the apartment
The colors, are starting
To disappear
It's colder, in December
And I still, remember
The way that, you slipped through
The window, the morning
That you appeared
But you've been floating far away from here
But you've been floating far away from here
And when, the souls, of working men
Will warm, you up, you'll melt again
And flood, into, the crowded street
Hoping to find my feet
my feet
But you've been floating far away from here
But you've been floating far away from here
And when, the souls, of working men
Will warm, you up, you'll melt again
And flood, into, the crowded street
Hoping to find my feet
my feet
Hoping to find my feet
(Hoping to find my feet,
Hoping to find my feet)