he says he does snow, and nobody knows, but now the cops knock upon his back door. he says he likes it. he says he loves it. he asks if you think anything of it. you say you don't mind. you say it's okay. it's winter. no one's busy soaking up the sun rays. but now, you don't know. you start breathing snow, and now the cops knock upon your back door. he just wants high times beside the high tides. we're in miami far beneath the sunrise. what's your excuse now? why won't you allow some new experience to shape the way you look out? you fix up one line and close your eyes tight. what would your mother think if she saw you in this light? you don't think of that. it's not the time now. if theatre taught you one thing, it's how to bow out. sister, i've been wondering, are you okay? you say you're okay. "yeah man! i'm okay!" it's on the east coast. it's on the west coast. you're singing songs that only you and no one else know. you say you like it. no one else likes it, but everyone likes it. it's getting softer now. it gets real quiet. it's called dynamic. that's why you like it, and no one likes it, but everyone likes it. nobody likes it, but everyone likes it. yeah, you like it. you say you like it. no one else likes it, but everyone likes it.