(Verse 1) The sky turns a shade of polished steel Before the wind begins to make it real. Out on the driveway, the gravel starts to groan, While the mercury is sinking to a level of its own. You check the weather app, and it makes you want to laugh The wind chill is cutting every digit in half. The air is so thin it crackles in your chest, While the North Woods puts the engine to the test. (Chorus) Oh, it’s Minnesota cold, it’s a different kind of deep, Where the summer is a memory and the lakes are fast asleep. It’s the snap of the ice and the frost on the pane, Where we treat a blizzard like a little bit of rain. Yeah, the white-out is blowing and the drifts are getting high, But we’re staring down the barrel of a January sky. (Verse 2) Your eyelashes freeze the moment you blink, And the pipes start a-shivering under the sink. You’ve got the thermal layers and the wool on your feet, Praying that the furnace doesn’t skip a single beat. The snowplow is a hero in a strobe light of yellow, Making every neighbor a much braver fellow. We’re scraping off the windshield with a credit card at dawn, Wondering where the green grass and the robins have gone. (Bridge) But there’s a quiet in the pine trees when the wind dies down, A diamond-dusted blanket wrapped around the town. We’ll find a frozen puddle for a game of boot hockey, Even if the layers make us look a little stocky. (Chorus) Oh, it’s Minnesota cold, it’s a different kind of deep, Where the summer is a memory and the lakes are fast asleep. It’s the snap of the ice and the frost on the pane, Where we treat a blizzard like a little bit of rain. Yeah, the white-out is blowing and the drifts are getting high, But we’re staring down the barrel of a January sky. (Outro) So pour another coffee and keep the heater on, We’ll be bragging ‘bout the temp until the winter is gone. Yeah, it’s thirty below... But at least there aren’t any mosquitoes, you know? (Fades out with the sound of a shovel hitting pavement)
