(Lyrics by Phil Cole)

I'M CHILLED TO THE BONE

AND THIS WHITE OUT

THIS WHITE OUT IS THE WORST I'VE EVER KNOWN

MILES & MILES & MILES OF CARS BLOCK THE ROAD

AND THERE'S NO WAY

THERE'S NO WAY OFF THIS PERILOUS PLATEAU

GOTTA FIND A WAY TO GET THERE

GOTTA FIND MY WAY BACK HOME TO YOU

AND WHEN I FIND A WAY TO GET THERE

I KNOW JUST WHAT I'M GONNA DO, TO YOU

WHAT WAS I THINKING

HEADING OUT ON THE ROAD

MY HEART AND BODY ELSEWHERE AS I HAUL THIS LOAD

YOU AND I

SHOULD BE CURLED UP BY THE FIRE

EXPLORING EACH OTHER WITH PASSIONATE DESIRE

GOTTA FIND A WAY TO GET THERE

GOTTA FIND MY WAY BACK HOME TO YOU

AND WHEN I FIND A WAY TO GET THERE

I KNOW JUST WHAT I'M GONNA DO, TO YOU

PLANS TONIGHT DERAILING

I CAN HEAR THE SIRENS WAILING

GOTTA FIND A WAY TO GET THERE

GOTTA FIND MY WAY BACK HOME TO YOU

AND WHEN I FIND A WAY TO GET THERE

I KNOW JUST WHAT I'M GONNA DO, TO YOU

c2012