Now walk, Love,
through the snowy park,
the noisy streets,
the shady room;
Let the cold take you,
as we stumble down steps,
and the squirrely trees,
and the glassy walls;
Little blue bags,
and wide happy smiles,
let the trains take us,
for miles and miles;
On the long flight home,
and the baggage carousel,
let the cold take us,
now walk with me well.
