Where in the world is this coming from?
where in the world will it go? I don't know.
What's this chariot swinging for
Where will our spinning wheels roll? I don't know.
Where are the saints all going to
marching in those neat rows in the clouds?
They're bringin' the whole thing down.
Locked all away goes everything,
shut in an shut out by the avalanche.
Mother nature will hold our hand no more.

The world lost its verisimilitude
and we lost our minds and way in the snow, in the snow.
How's this epoch here possible
where will it wind and stray where will it go, where will it go?
The wind shapes the day here anymore
all the why hows and what fors are at its beckon call,
as on our heads it falls.
Deep you can keep your cold and gray
bring up your warm and green from underneath
and take this blizzard of yours away.