It’s so cold, it’s so still
Frozen music hangs in the air
The city is lonely tonight
Since the weather shifted
It hasn’t been the same
The river’s all dried up
The deserts are tattered by rain
Tears in the windows – icicles in your hair
If you cry and no one hears you
The city’s so damned lonely
Wandering with the ghost of my fame
Through back alley corridors
In haunts of ancient refrain
Took the expressway
Thought I’d get out of town
Got caught up in the traffic jam
But there was not a sound
Tears in the windows – icicles in your hair
If you cry and no one hears you
Went down to the crossroads
Said “Brother could you carry my shame?”
Went down to Megiddo
Said “Friend could you ease my pain?”
If you cry and someone hears you
Do you have a voice?
Tears in the windows – icicles in your hair
If you cry and no one hears you
Written by Ed Snyder & Robert Heirendt – 01/02