The Church - Buffalo

Snow came up Friday, I gotta go Spending winter up in Buffalo Someone I met there is calling me so You've got to escape the blues man, don't you know Days of sinking summer packed up and gone Nothing helps me, there's nothing wrong It was so pleasant, incandescent, it's over now We should get going Lady I know there, name of Christina The six lonely lifetimes since I've seen her She takes you places your heart cannot go During the winter up in Buffalo Days by her fire, dazed in the glow Winter surrounds us up in Buffalo Days of drowsy pleasure in the afternoon dark We drift together, we drift apart She's got the wherewithal, she's got the knowledge It's wonderful I should be going Out there the Snow Queen is kidnapping boys Her block-of-ice heart tunes out the noise And soft in the bedroom her eyes indigo Sleeping in the winter in Buffalo Down in Buffalo