First Snow On Brooklyn

(            )    I flew in on the evening plane          Is it such a good idea that I am here again?    And I could cut my cold breath with a knife    And taste the winter of another life    A yellow cab from JFK the long way round              I didn’t mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground    On rocky memories and choking tears    I believe it only rained round here these thirty years    Now it’s the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming    You don’t see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame    And last night who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour    To place upon your pillow as the morning came?    Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up            I could murder coffee in a grande cup    No welcome deli; there’s no Starbucks here    A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear    And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement    The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it’s gone    And the snow covers my footprints deep regrets and heavy heartbeats    When you wake you’ll never see the spot that I was standing on Instrumental:                                           >                                    I flew in on the evening plane          Is it such a good idea that I am here again?    And I could cut my cold breath with a knife    And taste the winter of another life    Now it’s the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming    You don’t see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame    And last night who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour    To place upon your pillow as the morning came?    Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered    I just thought that I might be there on your on your Christmas night    And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel    Cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites