Hooray

It's cold and snow's actually on the ground Of this no-snow town, And instead of cars The street's trafficking in sleds. Men become boys again There's a war on the corner With no guaranteed winner. It's just a snowfall of snowballs-- Evidence of the winter. And I can feel my hands again. We're almost home. It's 2 PM and our snow is falling still As our good city lay still. And our friends are packed Around some no smoking bar Warming on alcohol. We step into the silence, Yeah, we step slowly and quiet. All boys come on and girls join up, Just don't grow old. All boy's come on and girls join up, We're almost home. This is all we want: Time to be with us, A home to lift the cold. Still cold, the snow's turning into rain And melting away. And all these days slip by us, So let's keep them. All boys come on and girls join up, Just don't grow old. All boy's come on and girls join up, We're almost home. All boys come on and girls join up, Just don't grow old. All boy's come on and girls join up, We're almost home.