Snow Bight - Fred Thomas

Pound sign footnote like a highwire pro, and

Put her name into all your throwaway poems, oh

I was sleeping when you called, I couldn’t hear the phone

but I was dreaming of home

Stop before you tell me something you don’t want me to know

You can’t save me from the way rain always turns into snow, and

Will I see you at the airport?

Will I see you at all?

I’ll be sleeping when you call

I’ll be dreaming of some time long ago

I’ll be dreaming of snow