Minnesota Interlude - Write This Down

It’s another iced kind of day

Minnesota’s gonna freeze my dreams away

Sittin' on the freeway wondering if I’m ever gonna get back

Taking one step through the door

The tension’s gonna rip our skin and bones apart

Lookin' for a fast fight stirring up the dead of winter

And no, this is not a show, it’s not everything you think you know

I’m depleted, and without the answers

And I, I won’t compromise, I won’t say that everything’s alright

When I’m broken and without direction

So why don’t you and I, just forget about the time

And sit back down and think about the here and now