Wasn't just any fawn   It was the way the snow reflected   That made the sky pink      The silence of snow   The sound of the rain   The comedy of human error      And I said   "Sunshine or no sunshine   This is my (?)"      Cursed at the clouds   Bringing me down      You can get dark early   You can get light late   Find the biggest icicle   Stand beneath it and wait      You can scare the leaves off   And send the birds down south   And soak my skin, soak my skin   Soak my skin, soak my skin      I won't go south...   I won't go south...      Wasn't just any winter   It was the kind that makes you    Want to slip down the stairs