Shovel

I was sleepin'
If I can, I will rise with a song
Over this frozen land...

There's two feet of snow since we spoke
There's icicles all in a row;
They look like fangs about to close

All of my friends are on their way
I hope they drive in slow
Well I hope they drive in...
I hope they drive in slow

Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I shovel...
I shovel the drive
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I don't know what to do with myself...
Oh, I shovel...
I shovel the drive
(Where's that shovel?)

Well there's nothin' in particular
That I have on my mind...
Snow covered pines...
And there's nothin' like the sound
Of you comin' up behind;
Putin' your little hands over my eyes...

If you walk ahead...
I will walk in your footsteps
If you walk behind...
You can walk in mine
If you walk ahead...
I will walk in your footsteps
If you walk behind...
You can walk in mine

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