[Here in / Herein / Hearing] all this white,
Doesn't make a sound.
We're snowed in for life.
A hundred days by now.
Maybe two or three,
Can never really tell.
Will it reach the roof?
Will it freeze the well?
We're snowed in for good.
Seven days by now.
We never go to town,
We don't bathe like we should.
Couldn't get higher,
The telephone wires have had enough.
And you wake me up.
You wake me up.
Shoveling out.
You wake me up.
[Here in / Herein / Hearing] all this white,
Hear the kids or wife.
Never have to guess--
The only humans left.
I stare at my shoes,
I wonder what they're for.
Will it reach the roof?
Will it freeze the door?
Couldn't get higher,
The telephone wires have had enough.
And you wake me up.
You wake me up.
Shoveling out.
You wake me up.
I will be here for you;
I can only be here for you.
I am frozen for you.
It's not a metaphor.
Shoveling out!