As two lanes slicken   And the clouds they hug that ridge just stickin'   When the wind that whistles knocks the panes from old windows      Down rainy streets   There's a light that meets the ground   In the warm rush of blood to the head fights the sick that's been around      When bags of icy knives pull hard down on the mercury   And winter's whip of cold kills everything in a nursery      Down rainy streets   There's a light that meets the ground   In the warm rush of blood to the head fights the sick that's been around