Tekster: Church. Buffalo.

Snow came up Friday, I gotta go
Spending winter up in Buffalo
Someone I met there is callin' me so
Got to escape the blues man, don't you know?

Days of sinkin' summer packed up and gone
Nothin' helps me, there's nothin' wrong
It was so pleasant, incandescent, it's over now
We should get goin'

Lady I know there, name of Christina
Six lonely lifetimes since I've seen her
She takes you places your heart cannot go
During the winter up in Buffalo

Days by her fire, dazed in the glow
Winter surrounds us up in Buffalo

Days of drowsy pleasure in the afternoon dark
We drift together, we drift apart
She's got the wherewithal, she's got the knowledge
It's wonderful, I should be goin'

Out there the Snow Queen is kidnappin' boys
Her block-of-ice heart tunes out the noise
And soft in the bedroom her eyes indigo
Sleepin' in the winter in Buffalo

Down in Buffalo