There's a winter storm with my name on itAnd it's cutting up the coastOn the radar there's a ghostClear to the CarolinasIt feels like years since DecemberAnd it seems like more till springI swear I'll bear up under anythingThat this one can dump on meIt's a white rageIt's a blank page-BlizzardIt's the mind of winter,One last drunken-BlizzardI've got candles on the counterWater in the tubSurvival skills I know, butLiving I can't understandThe wind howls all night longAnd the big plows thunder in the streetYou can hear the snow turn to sleetThere goes the mailbox againIt's a white rageIt's a blank page-BlizzardIt's the mind of winter,One last drunken-BlizzardAnd the flames sing in the darkSome stupid love song bout a broken heartI'd just as soon be holed up for daysDig out in my own timeLean on my shovel, squint in the sunshineShout to the neighbors, make sure they remember me!And I know you're not coming backI can't say I blame you for thatjust so long you can standLiving with a snowmanIt's a white rageIt's a blank page-BlizzardIt's the mind of winter,One last drunken-BlizzardCopyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music