Snow
Randy Newman
Snow fills the fields we used to know
And the little park where we would go
Sleeps far below in the snow
Gone, it's all over and you're gone
But the memory lives on
Although our dreams lie buried in the snow
Sometimes the wind blows through the trees
And I think I hear you calling me
But all I see is snow
Everywhere I go
As the cold winter sun sinks low
I walk alone through the snow
(I think so)
(Bad ending I played)
(Yeah, no, maybe we can cut that in)