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Its a snowy night, the cops shut down the freeway

Big men in plows are out carving up the streets

Below them, jammed on a subway,

Im with two hundred over-dressed strangers

Brushing snow off coats and shoulders

Kicking snow off dress shoe feet



Chorus:

You live six miles down this trolley cars trail

Up above the red line, where the street musicians wail

Where baby, we used to chase down coffee

On the sidewalk take in tunes

Wed drink in the waning hours

Till we polished off the moon

Who knew the moon would fail

Above the trolley car trail



"park street, next station"

Says a voice with an accent Ive heard

And I see shoppers on the platform

Where green and red lines diverge

I fight my way through the packages and the bows

To a pay phone, the operator knows

She says to me, "your nervousness shows"

I say, "nervous is too kind a word"



Bridge:

I think snowfall should be measured

By how much it takes a city by surprise

By how far back old timers go to remember

The last time a blizzard stung their eyes

Last time I rode a subway

You had summer in your eyes

You did



Your phone rings, but it only brings your voice

On a message machine, "im not here, the tape is clear"

Me, Im off the hook it seems

"i called," I say, "to say `hello

To coax you out where the snowmen grow

But youre not home, and hey, I gotta go,

It was good to hear your voice."

Its a snowy night, the cops shut down the freeway

Big men in plows are out carving up the streets

Below them, jammed on a subway,

Im with two hundred over-dressed strangers

Brushing snow off coats and shoulders

Kicking snow off dress shoe feet



Chorus:

You live six miles down this trolley cars trail

Up above the red line, where the street musicians wail

Where baby, we used to chase down coffee

On the sidewalk take in tunes

Wed drink in the waning hours

Till we polished off the moon

Who knew the moon would fail

Above the trolley car trail



"park street, next station"

Says a voice with an accent Ive heard

And I see shoppers on the platform

Where green and red lines diverge

I fight my way through the packages and the bows

To a pay phone, the operator knows

She says to me, "your nervousness shows"

I say, "nervous is too kind a word"



Bridge:

I think snowfall should be measured

By how much it takes a city by surprise

By how far back old timers go to remember

The last time a blizzard stung their eyes

Last time I rode a subway

You had summer in your eyes

You did



Your phone rings, but it only brings your voice

On a message machine, "im not here, the tape is clear"

Me, Im off the hook it seems

"i called," I say, "to say `hello

To coax you out where the snowmen grow

But youre not home, and hey, I gotta go,

It was good to hear your voice."

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