Winter Morning

If it sounds like I’m crying and this confuses you, you haven’t lived through 30 prairie winters.

Winter Morning – Lyrics

I awake and go outside
The dawn’s first light
Driveway silent

Minus 38 degrees
The battery’s charged
I sure hope that thing starts today

If I breathe, the windows cake
The seat’s rock hard
The gearshift’s too cold to rest my hand

Why on earth do I live here?
Why not move down south,
And never freeze off my face again?

The heat starts to blow
But my feet, they are still freezing

My seat still is too cold