First light, city streets they are white and steamy Waiting on the tracks of the early machinery This city's so pretty When the snow falls, just a dawn (?) Hey, paper boy, how 'bout (themselves? sells?) This snow keeps fallin', ain't never gonna melt This city's so pretty Got a cup-a-coffee and a Sunday Globe Table by the window, watch the flowers in(?) the road This city's so pretty Far ships in the night from sailors from the sea Walk the streets of dawn down on spree(?) This city's so pretty They are so far from home The snow is deep and the road is long The snow is deep and the road is long They're so far from home Pass a stranger on the street, he (?) out of source(?), he says: Hey, mister, I came up short, you got any change, the Lord loves the given I believe. A small change to a stranger, strange on the street, strange to a man who thought he'd never get deep. Well there's a thousand ways A man in the snow gets (? well?) They are so far from home The snow is deep and the road is long The snow is deep and the road is long So far from home There's snow upon the ocean, there's snow upon the land. Talk about forgiveness Help me understand But I hold on tight I do not let go I walk these streets I am frozen in... Snow First light, city streets are white And Christina(e?)'s waiting on the tracks of the dirty machines First light, city streets are white Christine(a?), they are waiting.