Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels

Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many

When I think of heaven Deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of

Got no place to go But there\'s a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I

Oh the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is so delightful, And since we\'ve no place to go, Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It