It won't snow at fifteen below
What do you know
That looks like
Winter moving faster this year
Fall disappeared
Leaving me to fend off winter myself
I know where I'd rather be
But no one asked me
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
These are the good old days
Cards and letters postmarked from you
And your ocean view
Summer where you are
And I'm not and patently so
Snowshoes are slow
Plus I've got no great desire to
Catch a jet and get there quite yet
With my shoes soaking wet
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
These are the good old days
Take me with you, I'm beggin' please
Take me with you before I freeze
I know where it's warmest to be
Undoubtedly
In your arms
It beats hell out of flapping my own
When I'm chilled to the bone
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
God I hate to hear you say
These are the good old days
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
There must be a better
There must be a better
The dB's - A Better Place Lyrics
The dB's - A Better Place Lyrics
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It won't snow at fifteen below
What do you know
That looks like
Winter moving faster this year
Fall disappeared
Leaving me to fend off winter myself
I know where I'd rather be
But no one asked me
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
These are the good old days
Cards and letters postmarked from you
And your ocean view
Summer where you are
And I'm not and patently so
Snowshoes are slow
Plus I've got no great desire to
Catch a jet and get there quite yet
With my shoes soaking wet
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
These are the good old days
Take me with you, I'm beggin' please
Take me with you before I freeze
I know where it's warmest to be
Undoubtedly
In your arms
It beats hell out of flapping my own
When I'm chilled to the bone
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
God I hate to hear you say
These are the good old days
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
There must be a better
There must be a better
What do you know
That looks like
Winter moving faster this year
Fall disappeared
Leaving me to fend off winter myself
I know where I'd rather be
But no one asked me
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
These are the good old days
Cards and letters postmarked from you
And your ocean view
Summer where you are
And I'm not and patently so
Snowshoes are slow
Plus I've got no great desire to
Catch a jet and get there quite yet
With my shoes soaking wet
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
I can't stand to hear you say
These are the good old days
Take me with you, I'm beggin' please
Take me with you before I freeze
I know where it's warmest to be
Undoubtedly
In your arms
It beats hell out of flapping my own
When I'm chilled to the bone
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
God I hate to hear you say
These are the good old days
There must be a better place
There must be a better way
There must be a better
There must be a better
Writer: PETER HOLSAPPLE
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