First snow on Brooklyn

I flew in on the evening plane

Is it such a good idea that I am here again?

And I could cut my cold breath with a knife

And taste the winter of another life

A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round

I didn't mind... Gave me thinking time before I ran aground

On rocky memories and choking tears

I believe it only rained round here these thirty years

Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn

And my cold feet are drumming

You don't see me in the shadows

From your cozy window frame

Last night who was in your parlour

Wrapping presents in the late hour

To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

Thin wind stings my face, pull collar up

I could murder coffee in a grande cup

No Welcome Deli; there's no Starbucks here

A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear

And the first snow on Brooklyn

Paints a Christmas card upon the pavement

The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone

And the snow covers my footprints

Deep regrets and heavy heartbeats

When you wake you'll never see the spot

That I was standing on

I flew in on the evening plane

Is it such a good idea that I am here again?

And I could cut my cold breath with a knife

And taste the winter of another life

Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn

And my cold feet are drumming

You don't see me in the shadows

From your cozy window frame

Last night who was in your parlour

Wrapping presents in the late hour

To place upon your pillow as the morning came?

Some things are best forgotten

Some are better half-remembered

I just thought that I might be there on your

On your Christmas night

And the first snow on Brooklyn

Makes a lonely road to travel -

Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites