Eighteen inches of snowfall
So many birds still standing tall
Singing along to the winter breeze
Well you look like you know what you're talking about to me
If you're a man of your word,
Why is your vision blurred?
You think that nothing will occur
Because your problems are still uncured
If you're a man of your word
Why do you speak with a slur?
With all this talk about the birds
Well you know you sound so absurd
The birds
The birds are chirping