Frosty mornings Stay at home Think about The time that’s gone Trying to reason what went wrong Then you start to write a song
Running in the street, Bumping into those you meet Heading over heels Scratch your head, see how it feels Jumping on a bus Jumping off again because There’s nowhere to go And it’s going to snow I think it’s going to snow I think it’s going to snow I think it’s going to snow
There’s no point in coming down Just because you’re in the town See the way a winter breeze Leaves a pattern through the leaves
I’m looking at a scene Everything is colored green Standing on your head Finding things beneath the bed Sitting on a floor Waiting for a friend to stop Climbing on a tree To see if it is he See if it is he See if it is he See if it is he
Makes no difference where you’ve been Whirlpool chasms suck you in Roundabout you swirl and glide Now you’re floating on the tide
No matter what you do Don’t forget it isn’t you Nothing you can hide Nothing lives that hasn’t died Nothing lives that hasn’t died Nothing lives that hasn’t died Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa
No matter what you do Don’t forget it isn’t you Nothing you can hide Nothing lives that hasn’t died Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa Shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoowa shoobadoo wa wa