Here comes the first good snow Only to decorate a vacant yard Moving out of here tonight All that's left to do is sweep the floor Old address book in my hand How'd I lose my place again? The only thing not packed away Moving on a holiday ♪ Just another place left clean Won't be dreaming here anymore Empty shelves and lonely keys Sounds so hollow when I shut the door Driving slowly, quiet streets Signals even red and green Me and what's not thrown away Moving on a holiday ♪ I can almost hear my heart But the motor's making Such a peaceful sound Up across the great divide And you can't tell When you start going down