Eric Johnson



Saving all the waitresses
'Cause they've all got longing in their eyes
The little acorn becomes the mighty oak

The oak throws it's seeds into the sky

Drive your car up to the Pole

That's as far as you can go
Take your coat off when you know
To warm your bones in the northern snow snow


Drop a feather into the water
What the ocean gives the sky will take

Killing swans with twenty-one guns
Just to see them fall into the lake


When you're driving up the coast
To your left is a black mass
Drive you car until you see

To wet your tongue in the salty sea sea

Float your paper boat up the creek

And watch the waves from it's wake
Killing swans with twenty-one guns
Just to see them fall and see them break


Drive your car up to the Pole
That's as far as you can go

Take your coat off when you know
To warm your bones in the northern snow snow
In the northern snow

In the northern snow
In the northern snow
In the northern snow