Snowy streets, highway signs that always point me east
Point me east
Rolling clouds, faces here that say my name out loud
Name out loud
Like the rain in Seattle and the hills in Eugene
I'll find all the things that I heard call to me
Snowy pines, all the things I know will come in time
Come in time
Saving face long enough so I can leave this place
Leave this place
Like the rain in Seattle and the hills in Eugene
I'll find all the things that I heard call to me
