In winter we drive by kids sledging down hillsides
A white world cancels schools, we mindlessly commute by
But who the hell are we to grow up?
The ice won't go unslid
You are still that kid since your minds urging you on
As kids we slid down steep roads and hillsides
Our toes numb from the cold,
Sledges trudged through slush back home
But who the hell are we to grow up?
The ice won't go unslid
You are still that kid since your minds urging you on