Blizzard - Ellis Paul

Weather advisory, one for the diaries

Windy and cold so stay off the road

It’s bitter outside your windows

Stack your blankets, light your candles

There isn’t a phone booth, and ain’t it the cold truth

It’s a lonely old highway, just me and the plows

Making the most of their payday

Laying salt in the wounds of the roadways

For your bed I’ll beat the cold

With a blizzard in my headlights, or an avalanche in the road

Snow blinds every road sign

So I’m counting the miles as I’m going

There’s a shroud of black ice forming

The radio sends out ample warning…

Up on the next hill, a trailer truck load spilled It spun in a jacknife,

and now it’s a still life

Framed by the flares and the cruisers, Orange coats and one sore loser…

In hindsight, it’s been a long night

And where I was was not so cold

Another sound bite off the dash lights

It’s more than a foot or so they’re told

Two hundred miles to Chicago, my eyes froze to the road

Mesmerized as the windshield collides with the snow…

Weather advisory, one for the diaries

Windy and cold so stay off the road