Set out to the sea but it was snowing down south
Your misled directions like a cobweb in my mouth
So I go home gotta rest my case
Sensing no one’s going to win this race

See it’s sometimes requisite to cop out from this mess
Recognize your weaknesses behind their fancy dress
So I retreat, love don’t mean a thing
When beckoning a poet with an empty string
Saturday is gandering over Friday’s wing

Grandma said I look like a mess, a genuine weirdo
Haven’t combed in weeks and my dress smells like a loo
I forgot to tuck in my vest under the jacket
So it’s dangling vacantly causing hullabaloo

Critics say I play like a mess, a spoof of a player
Getting lost in dominant chords, suffering from blots
Neither jazz nor rock nor whatever suits their vocabular
Styles collide and nothing at all stands out from the lot

Girlfriend says I’m out of my mind breaking all deadlines
Missed a date by a solid hour what a fucking twat
What excuses could I invent to soap down her anger
Well I blamed it all on the helluva blizzard but
Sadly in the South it seldom snows

Brother fox I sound like a fool mixing up weekdays
Would you trust I never told lies intentionally
Trouble is the sixth one thrusts in front of the fifth one
I’m in need of someone to have my company

Sister ray I have to go out clean up my edifice
There were gaps in what I’ve submitted previously
Please forgive this typical case of idee fixe
Me insisting I need to start a family

Can I be a decent dad when my coat is torn
Can I be a husband with a strip of underpants
Sticking out from underneath the waistbelt line
Not much hope that snow is going to blind you and
Also in the South it seldom snows

How did it occur that the snow has been falling
Weather forecasts said there was going to be sunshine
Maybe we’re to blame for this mess with the seasons
Breathed ourselves the winter without any reasons

How did it occur that the week order was screwed up
The reality doesn’t match television diary
Maybe pace of life got too hurried to swallow
So on Thursdays you’re not aware what will follow
Is that Friday
Or a wry day
Either bye bye
Or hello.

And snow has fallen on the ground
And everything is white around
And snow has drifted everywhere
The sky is grey the earth is bare
All’s forsaken never shaken by
The meaningful thought, the promising plot

And snow found way into my shoes
Is there still anything to lose?
And Paul the octopus is dead
Who’s gonna see the years ahead?
All’s forgiven never driven by
The monetary greed, the corporate creed

And snow has spread inside the veins
And snow has bled throughout the drains
And snow has frozen our minds
And snow’s being swirled into the bind
So tight so firm that I could just barely move

What can we do oh troubled one
To see the carpet of the sun
Can we relive the day before
Until we’re hit by a springing door
So strong so hard that we can just barely wait
Until it’s Saturday

Made it to the sea but it was snowing down south
Your misled directions still a cobweb in my mouth
So I go home gotta rest my case
Sensing no one’s going to win this race