Waiting for the cold snap In boots so nice, in close up Lilywhite performance footwear How they attract the cold stares There's nothing here I Can keep my eye on For more than a second Throw me a line My brain is fried with advertising Passengers on bus rides All lit up in strip lights When I look out Of my window The neon hides More than it shows There's nothing here I Can keep my eye on For more than a second Throw me a line My brain is fried with advertising There's nothing here I Can keep my eye on For more than a second Throw me a line My head is tired from all they're asking