Weather advisory, one for the diaries Windy and cold so stay off the road It's bitter outside your windows Stack your blankets, light your candles
There isn't a phone booth, and ain't it the cold truth It's a lonely old highway, just me and the plows Making the most of their payday Laying salt in the wounds of the roadways
(chorus) For your bed i'll beat the cold, With a blizzard in my headlights, or an avalanche in the road Snow blinds every road sign,
So i'm counting the miles as i'm going There's a shroud of black ice forming The radio sends out ample warning... Up on the next hill, a trailer truck load spilled it spun in a jacknife, and now it's a still life Framed by the flares and the cruisers, orange coats and one sore loser...
In hindsight, it's been a long night And where i was was not so cold Another sound bite off the dash lights It's more than a foot or so they're told Two hundred miles to chicago, my eyes froze to the road Mesmerized as the windshield collides with the snow...
Weather advisory, one for the diaries Windy and cold so stay off the road