Alarm went off, window white Streetlight buried in the night Car’s wearing last night’s storm Road looks like it never met salt before Snow day rumors on the phone Boss says “try,” so here we go They said the trucks are on the way Heard that same thing yesterday They said it’d be plowed tomorrow Been sliding since yesterday Same tire tracks, same old sorrow Every turn’s a leap of faith Just a “Use Caution” sign to borrow Where the blacktop used to stay They said it’d be plowed tomorrow That’s what they always say Main road looks decent, give it time Back road’s guessing where the lines Pickup flies past like he’s late for war Sedans praying at fifteen-four County line clears like magic dust Funny how fast the snow gives up Radio says Take it slow Easy to say from the studio They said it’d be plowed tomorrow Been sliding since yesterday Same tire tracks, same old sorrow Every turn’s a leap of faith Just a “Use Caution” sign to borrow Where the blacktop used to stay They said it’d be plowed tomorrow That’s what they always say They plow the highway, plow the town Plow the road where nobody lives around But out here where the mailbox leans We learn to drive by memory White knuckles, coffee cold Counting miles instead of snow They said it’d be plowed tomorrow Sun’s already on its way Still sliding, still moving slower Still choosing hope over brake If we make it home by sorrow We’ll laugh about it someday They said it’d be plowed tomorrow Yeah… that’s what they always say Tire tracks leading us home tonight Guess we’re the plows till the morning light
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