Eighteen inches of snowfall So many birds still standing tall Singing along to the winter breeze Well you look like you know what you're talking about to me If you're a man of your word, Why is your vision blurred? You think that nothing will occur Because your problems are still uncured If you're a man of your word Why do you speak with a slur? With all this talk about the birds Well you know you sound so absurd The birds [3x] The birds are chirping