When memories snow
And cover up the driveway
I shovel all those memories
Clear the path to drive to the store
And when memories melt
I hear them in the drainpipe
Dripping through the downspout
As I lie awake in the dark
And if I break
Could I go on break?
Be back in my room
Writing speeches in my head
Listening to the thousand hands that clap for me in the dark
