In a cold, town by the shore,
There's a hill where the city lights shine.
In a cold, winter in the north,
I drive; the skyline's alive.
You might be cold, but I don't mind
Coming back to you.
And my breath leaves easier now
Like a ghost in the air.
To the left, there's a boy in the park
With black, frozen hair.
And the road
I know every day,
The road; why should I stay?
You might be cold, but I don't mind
Coming back to you.
And I wake in the morning with the itch to be leaving
Every single day.
To hop to the wheel and drive into the city
But I know I'd run away.
Writer: Dedric Clark
Artist: The Social Animals

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