歌词
It won't snow at 15 below
But what do you know
That looks like winter moving faster this year
Than fall disappeared
Leaving me to fend the winter myself, I know
Where I'd rather be
But no one asked me
And there must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
"These are the good old days"
Parched and letters postmarked from you
And your ocean view
Summer where you are and I'm not
And patently so
These snowshoes are slow
'Cause I've got no great desire to catch a jet
And get there quite yet
With my shoes soaking wet
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
"These are the good old days"
Take me with you, I'm begging please
Take me with you before I freeze
I know where it's warmest to be
Undoubtedly
In your arms in detail out of flapping my own
When I'm chilled to the bone
And there must be a better place (Better)
There must be a better way (Better)
God, I hate to hear you say
"These are the good old days"
Whoa, there must be a better place (Better)
There must be a better way (Better)
There must be a better (There must be a better)
There must be a better (There must be a better)
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Better, better, better, better
