I'd like to see this city full of snow
And shiny shiny lights that light the streets.
And yet it seems this winter all we'll have
Will be crowded avenues and so much cold.
As the sun rises
And the city is waking up
I'll be home alone
Waiting for the snow
I like to think that when we're good,
We're good no matter what we do.
But lately I've been feeling
That this could have been much better.
If only we ever fought for anything...