Drifting past the fields of snow
Most the signs say ‘we're closed'
Wind gets in and chills your soul
My own North Pole
Tall trees seem so different now
Where the leaves used to be
Town looks tired as always
Wakes up just twice a year
And the songs and twelve years old
And it sounds so clear
Doesn't matter anymore
They belong up here
Old cars behind the bar
Long gra** grew there
Every year good or bad
For us to share
And the songs and twelve years old
And it sounds so clear
Doesn't matter anymore
They belong up here
And the songs and twelve years old
And it sounds so clear
Doesn't matter anymore
They belong up here
Just the wind as before
On his way somewhere
Will he reach my true love's heart
Will she know I'm here?