Giant snow storms hit the Eastern Seaboard,
I've got a friend who lives way over there,
All the Americana my brain's stored,
Keeps coming at me through the empty air.
I flew to New York once and it was strange
The Colorado river down below,
With far away a distant mountain range,
And Vegas like a blazing neon show,
In New York it was freezing winter still,
And all the streets I'd heard of in your songs
10th Avenue and 4th Street like a pill
That made me think that's where my soul belongs.
Now Nick he walks his dogs out in the snow,
And I send him a quick FaceBook hello.