It's snowing, in Seattle   The picture, on the mantle   Of you in, the apartment   The colors, are starting   To disappear      It's colder, in December   And I still, remember   The way that, you slipped through   The window, the morning    That you appeared       But you've been floating far away from here   But you've been floating far away from here      And when, the souls, of working men   Will warm, you up, you'll melt again   And flood, into, the crowded street   Hoping to find my feet, my feet.      But you've been floating far away from here   But you've been floating far away from here      And when, the souls, of working men   Will warm, you up, you'll melt again   And flood, into, the crowded street   Hoping to find my feet, my feet   Hoping to find my feet   (Hoping to find my feet,   Hoping to find my feet)