Snowbound - Tim Finn

Snowbound

Everybody got snowbound

Suddenly the whole town

Is quiet as a tomb

A hotel

I’m stuck inside a hotel

A feeling I know so well

Is heightened by the gloom

See the lines and circles made as we come and go

Like the tyre marks in a car park in the snow

They won’t be there tomorrow

Fight for

There’s everything to fight for

Then you might have to die for

What you thought was true

The cold ground

Lying in the cold ground

A man who wore a gold crown

There’s nothing we can do

See the lines and circles made as we come and go

Like the tyre marks in a car park in the snow

They won’t be there tomorrow, oh no

Where’s the sun beating on my door?

Shining on the kitchen floor?

Where’s the sun warming up the place?

And you, by your presence I am graced

See the lines and circles made as we come and go

Like the tyre marks in a car park in the snow

They won’t be there tomorrow

No, they won’t be there tomorrow