Текст песни
Backing up the van
Towards the snowbank
You reach around
Hugging my seat with your hand
Windows cracked open
My nose is numb
Your smile holds
A crinkle told me
You’ve been smiling before
Before they go
Can i unfold
A joy i can’t unsee
Packing up with the band
I’d plant a field
Harvest my crops
Burn that dummy down
The road is bumpy
Dial’s turned up
Your smile’s gold
A crinkle told me
You once smiled much more
Before it goes
Can i unfold
A joy I’ll learn to be
I should make a mold
Just to let me hold
Your crows feet
Carrying with me
The fleeting folds
Before they cease