We're far away
Lost in dreams
High above any clouds we see
But who knows when the storms
will come?
Who knows when the winds will
rise?
Who knows what those snows
will blow in our eyes?
Who knows who'll be the first
to go...
On their way
Alone with a frozen tear
In search of a better year
Or just a warmer night?
Who knows when the clouds will
part?
Who knows when the sun will
rise?
Who knows what those winds
will blow in our eyes?
So, just for now
We'll stay by the radio
We'll sing every song we know
Then turn off all the lights
Wrap the blanket warmly
Shut the window tight
Put your arms around me
For all we know
It may snow tonight.
by Willie Nininger © 1985 Proud to be a Moose Music
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