Non-Fiction - Piano Magic

I’ve got the snow on my side — i’ve got no doubts about that

And though this city grows wider, i always know where i’m at

I got your letter this morning

I know you mean what you say

And though the stations are closed down, i’ve got to get away

I’m somewhere off the compass

I’m somewhere lower than hell

And when you say you’re beyond this, i say, «i've been there as well»