Whoa whoa whoa
Despair
The snow falls everywhere
Chills the ground, the whole world round
And fills the morning air
Whoa whoa whoa
Despair
Well the children will explain
How no two flakes are the same
I say kids I don't know, the ones that blow
Against my window pane
Look pretty much the same
Ah, the radios
And the TV shows
And the records in the record store
You say they're new, kids I'm telling you
I've heard 'em all before
This, then, is our shame
In any town you name
The snows that fall on every wall
And every window pane
Are more or less the same