It's a snowy nightthe cops shut down the freeway

Big men in plows are out carving up the streets

Below themjammed on a subway

I'm with two hundred over-dressed strangers

Brushing snow off coats and shoulders

Kicking snow off dress shoe feet



Chorus:

You live six miles down this trolley car's trail

Up above the red linewhere the street musicians wail

Where babywe used to chase down coffee

On the sidewalk take in tunes

We'd drink in the waning hours

Till we polished off the moon

Who knew the moon would fail

Above the trolley car trail



"park streetnext station"

Says a voice with an accent I've heard

And I see shoppers on the platform

Where green and red lines diverge

I fight my way through the packages and the bows

To a pay phonethe operator knows

She says to me"your nervousness shows"

I say"'nervous' is too kind a word"



Bridge:

I think snowfall should be measured

By how much it takes a city by surprise

By how far back old timers go to remember

The last time a blizzard stung their eyes

Last time I rode a subway

You had summer in your eyes

You did



Your phone ringsbut it only brings your voice

On a message machine"i'm not herethe tape is clear"

MeI'm off the hook it seems

"i called" I say"to say `hello'

To coax you out where the snowmen grow

But you're not homeand heyI gotta go

It was good to hear your voice."