Malcolm, Go

If you would just let me explain

The reasons that I have for driving that way

Slipping and sliding through East Boston streets,

The glory's inside and I need a release

Tonight I am alive

For the first time since February 2005

My driving is erratic, into on-coming traffic I'll slide

A red blooded current tonight bleeds electric blue

It's flooding the streets of New England and coming for you

And the silver of snowfall that's piled on my windshield I can't see through

So I'm bouncing off snowbanks and parked cars I'm coming through

Since 2007 came and went I never thought I would be happy again

Now the fog has been lifted, to drive I will shift and begin

To skid my way back home, on a drive ill-advised I elected to go

Now I smile when I sleep and I'm spending my week under six feet of snow

A red blooded current tonight bleeds electric blue

It's flooding the streets of New England and coming for you

And the silver of snowfall that's piled on my windshield I can't see through

So I'm bouncing off snowbanks and parked cars I'm coming through