Snow Bight

Pound sign footnote like a high wire probe
And put her name into all your throw away poems, oh
I was sleeping when you called
I couldn't hear the phone
But I was dreaming of home

And stop before you tell me something
You don't want me to know
And you can't save me from the way
The rain always turns into snow

And will I see you at the airport?
Will I see you at all?
And I'll be sleeping when you call
(I'll be sleeping when you call)
And I'll be dreaming of sometime long ago
I'll be dreaming of snow