Morning after snowstorm
Stand in the silence
Almost feel reborn all alone on the street

Itâ??s a certain sort of stillness when the quiet surrounds you
The only sound your shovel on concrete


I remember those piles from the snow plows always seemed much bigger back when I was kid
Pushed all of the snow to the end of the driveway
I was the only person up in the neighborhood

Morning after snowstorm

I turned the ignition and I started my car

Morning after snowstorm
I scraped off my windshield with the edge of a credit card


I remember that drive into work
Still can hear the voice coming over the radio
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I thought of the day in a tie in the kitchen I sat and I watched you put make-up on
Thought of the day in the ba!@&(t when I played house

I felt ashamed that Iâ??d stayed in my head in the same place for so long
Because I was afraid to change
But thatâ??s not an excuse to stay


Morning after snowstorm
I climbed up on the snowbank and I stared at the neighborhood

Morning after snowstorm
I think I finally understood what they meant when they said thereâ??s a calm after the storm


Saw my grandpa at his workbench building grandmaâ??s bookshelf
Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street


Father alone on the highway
I heard the salt trucks and neighbors off to work
Saw my mother

Saw how history loops around all of these moments and then I saw you

In a dress there with your eyes open wide to put make-up on

Thought of the day in the ba!@&(t that I played house
And I felt ashamed Iâ??d ignored all the hands that extended before and around me
Because I was afraid to change

But thatâ??s not an excuse to stay
Itâ??s not an excuse