Tell
Me
About
Snow,
I Already
Know.
Back
In
NYC,
It
Was
Common
To
Be
Four
Wheels
Frozen
To
The
Ground,
The
Car
Become
A
Shapeless
Mound.
Driving
Was
Olympic
Stuff,
And
Finally,
I Had
Enough.
I’m
Way
Out
Here
In
LaLa
Land,
Where
If
I See
A
Drift,
It’s
Sand.