///*****/// [Intro] Bells on a shop door And the first snow coming down [Verse 1] The whole city smells of chestnuts And the lights are on the tree And there is somebody in every window Doing something happily And I have got a bag of groceries And a flat on Ninety-Third And a mother in Wisconsin Who I have not called since March And it is not that we are angry It is just the way it went A little silence at Thanksgiving That became a permanent [Pre-Chorus] And I walk home very slowly Down the middle of the block Looking in at other people's Kitchens and their clocks [Chorus] There is snow on the boulevard And it makes the whole world kind It puts a blanket on the ugly And it slows down all the time And I am not unhappy I am just outside the glass There is snow on the boulevard And I am watching Christmas pass Snow on the boulevard [Verse 2] There is a man outside the deli Who plays saxophone for change And tonight he played a carol And it did not sound the same It sounded like a person Rather than a Christmas song And I stood there in my overcoat And I could not move along And I gave him what I had on me Which was more than I could spare And he said God bless you, brother And I said you too, and there [Pre-Chorus] And that was the entire conversation That I had that Christmas Eve And I have thought about it every year Since nineteen eighty-three [Chorus] There is snow on the boulevard And it makes the whole world kind It puts a blanket on the ugly And it slows down all the time And I am not unhappy I am just outside the glass There is snow on the boulevard And I am watching Christmas pass Snow on the boulevard [Verse 3] So I got up to the apartment And I put the shopping down And I stood there in the hallway With my coat still buttoned round And I picked the phone up twice And I put the phone back down And the third time it was ringing And it was ringing out to town And she answered on the second Like she had been sat right there And she said oh, and then she said my name And the whole thing came apart [Pre-Chorus] And we did not fix a single thing And we did not need to yet We just talked about the weather For an hour and a half [Bridge] It does not take a miracle It takes a dial tone It takes about eleven seconds Of being less alone And every year somebody Does not make that call [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] There is snow on the boulevard And it makes the whole world kind It puts a blanket on the ugly And it slows down all the time And I am going out to Wisconsin On the Tuesday train at eight There is snow on the boulevard And I am not too late Snow on the boulevard [Coda] So if you are in the window Looking out instead of in Put your coat on, go down slowly Let the cold get on your skin And find a phone and use it And do not rehearse the start There is somebody who is waiting With the receiver in their hand [Outro] Bells on a shop door And the first snow coming down And a man walking to the station With his collar and his coat
