It started snowing on the road So I opened up the door Grabbed a shovel from the barn Started shoveling the lawn 'Cause that's where I'm trying to go Bird feeder in my hand Try to hang it from a limb Now the birds are passing on Until I've come and gone 'Cause I'm where they're trying to go Now the morning settles in I walk to town to call a friend Cross the street to check the mail See some geese up on the hill Now that's where I'd like to go As I approach they fly away They honk in their escape Do an arc across the sky Land somewhere else nearby I don't really wanna go So I go home Do the dishes like I'm programmed Play piano and sing a tune Wish I could play Clair de Lune Oh that's where I'd like to go Maybe soon You will walk into the room And I'll fall out of this dream Into places you have seen Into places of our own