The New Life, Pt. 1

(Backwards:) I am cold, balled up, and wondering
If the snow will stick to the roads
And keep me from leaving my home
I hope the snow will keep me from leaving my home
The weatherman said we sould plan
For two to five inches to cover the land
As if it were bad news
I hope he knows the joy of a quiet world
I hope he knows the joy of a quiet world



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Seth Avett
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