The First Snow

It's the first snow this winter,

The ciggarettes are slowly lighten up.

Walking on a salty road,

I'm just tryin' to find my way back home.

"Who are you?"

I asked with wonder,

As I saw the coffee drawings.

"I'm a goner"

Did you answer?

"And I'm gonna be a dancer".

I was scared and so amazed,

The man (or woman) had a glaze,

They push you off and take you in,

They pour in glasses too much drink...

But it's never enough, to forget what I think...