It covers the roadways   It covers the hillsides   It covers the houses   It covers the frozen pines      We had the snowfall   To run all the rations dry   When we got hungry   We'd taken what wasn't ours      Now we will set out   The seats are cold on this boat   As we head towards the ocean, towards the ocean      Making our way out   Trying to survive   As we head our towards the ocean      I'm not sure where this river goes   But we have no choice but to follow   There is smoke in the sky over those trees   Let us hope they are kind to you and me      Let us hope, let us hope they have enough   Winter comes it sure is rough   Maybe they'll welcome us   We won't ask much   But their rations were low   And they couldn't help us   So off we go      It covers the roadways   It covers the hillsides   It covers the houses   It covers the frozen pines      Now we will set out   The seats are cold on this boat   As we head towards the ocean      Making our way out   Trying to survive   As we head our towards the ocean      Towards the ocean, towards the ocean   Towards the ocean, towards the ocean