A Thousand Miles from Snowy Days

<|nbw|> Yeaeah, yeaeah, yeaeah. Left the parka on the coat

rack by the door. I don't wanna see a snowflake anymore.

Tired of the scraping and the salt on the street. I'm trading icy

windshields for the Caribbean heat. My boots are in the trash. My toes are

in the sand. I'm officially a citizen of no man's land. So keep your

winter wonderland and keep your silver bells. I'm ringing in the evening

with these ocean swells. I'm on a balcony, watching the wake

of the ship with a little paper umbrella and a soft rim lip.