So Sick Of The Winter

SO SICK OF THE WINTER

I want to see the blue man paint the skyline blue.

I want to see the sun man let the sun shine through.

So sick of the winter: sleet, ice, and snow.

I want to see the winter pack its bags and go,

And never return, and never return.


The salt in the winter eats big holes in my car.

But if they don’t spread it I can’t drive very far.

And as for the fun times they’re far and few between.

I hunger for springtime and the color green,

And the bluebird’s song, the bluebird’s song. Hit it Boys.

Solo.


So damn all these ice dams and while were at it damn all the ice.

And damn these high fuel bills and guys who double the price.

They force us to pay up or force us to freeze.

They bring all the poor folk to their knees,

And they still want more, they still want more.


I want to see the blue man paint the skyline blue.

I want to see the sun man let the sun shine through.

So sick of the winter: sleet, ice, and snow.

I‘ll buy it a suitcase and help it pack its bags and go and never return,

And never return ‘cause it just goes on, it just goes on, it just goes on,

It just goes on!!!!


Words & Music © Mark E. Adams-Westin winter 2010-11