We were sitting in Carytown B&F. We worried in a flurry of panicked thoughts As the flakes made their way to the ground. Will you be making your way to New York? I'm not so sure about your flight. The city’s gonna stop. I wanna get drunk, go sledding, build a fire, throw a snowball at a cop. ALRIGHT!
But it only ever snows on the weekends...
See, we’re all in a frenzy to find that special place. Do you have it in mind? Are you staying in Richmond? Or are you leaving? By tomorrow there will be no way out.
But where will I strand myself? I don’t know. Can this van make it to DC? I grab my keys off the shelf. See, I've got a very sick friend. I need to (need to need to) get up there, But six inches of solid ice is bringing me down. It doesn't seem fair.
Sometimes, you gotta break the ice. They’re living on giving me bad advice.