Holed Up Mason City

I’m holed up in Mason City waiting for the roads to clear
Second day of a blizzard and winter isn’t even here
Heading back on I - 35, at this point I just want to make it home alive
Holed up in Mason City, the weather isn’t pretty tonight
I’m holed up in Mason City, waiting for my luck to change
Thought I’d be home already but my plans are being rearranged
First day snow flew down from the sky, now it’s crossing the fields and it’s
drifting high
Sudden ice upon the highway, the car is blowing sideways and I
Believe I’ll seek some shelter; my face is helter skelter and white
Moved over to the rumble strip, I’m driving with my flashers on
Every tenth of a mile I’m slipping ever closer to gone
Ice blue highway, blue sky byway,
Ice blue highway, blue sky byway
Blowing sideways
At the Big Bopper Diner there’s a bunch of stranded refugees
And nobody’s talking or looking very eager to please
In a booth I saw Buddy Holly’s ghost, writing to the girl he loved the most
Holed up in Mason City, the future isn’t ready tonight
I’m holing up in Mason City, the future isn’t ready tonight