I Wish It Would Snow
Patrick Fitzgerald, Julian Swales
Lying in bed
Thinking how I hate my job
These cold winter mornings
Don't make it any easier
Wishing I'd win the lottery
Imagining the lucky numbers
You sleep still beside me
Wonder what's in your dream?
I wish it would snow and close the roads
So I couldn't go and we could
Stay in bed all day
I wish it would snow and close the roads
So I couldn’t go and we could play Eskimos
Lying on the carpet
Watching you as you get dressed
Thinking ‘bout what we did last night, I blush
Monsters from the government
Doublethink on the radio
Wish I could show him the faces
Of these I'm meant to cure
I wish it would snow …
Sit with my coffee
Remembering cigarettes
House keys and car keys
My briefcase of regrets