Blizzard Of ' 77

In the blizzard of '77 The cars were just lumps on the snow And then later Tripping in 7-11 The shelves were stretching out of control On a plane ride The more it shakes The more i have to let go Now the signals Still getting all mixed up We're always doing damage control But in the middle of the night i worry It's blurry even without light I know i have got a negative edge That's why i sharpen all the others a lot It's like flowers or ladybugs Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots (Repeat) I miss you more than i knew