A Better Place

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It won't snow at fifteen below

But what do you know that looks like

Winter moving faster this year, fall disappeared

Leaving me to fend off winter myself

I know where I'd rather be but no one asked me.

There must be a better place

There must be a better way

I can't stand to hear you say

These are the good old days.

Cards and letters postmarked from you

And your ocean view

Summer where you are

And I'm not and patently so, snowshoes are slow

Plus I've got no great desire to

Catch a jet and get there quite yet

With my shoes soaking wet.

There must be a better place

There must be a better way

I can't stand to hear you say

These are the good old days.

Take me with you, I'm beggin', please

Take me with you before I freeze.

I know where it's warmest to be

Undoubtedly

In your arms it beats hell out of

Fapping my own when I'm chilled to the bone.

There must be a better place

There must be a better way

God, I hate to hear you say

These are the good old days.

Oh, there must be a better place

There must be a better way

There must be a better ..

There must be a better ..