Places of Our Own Lyrics

It started snowing on the road

So I opened up the door

Grabbed a shovel from the barn

Started shoveling the lawn

'Cause that's where I'm trying to go

Bird feeder in my hand

Try to hang it from a limb

Now the birds are passing on

Until I've come and gone

'Cause I'm where they're trying to go

Now the morning settles in

I walk to town to call a friend

Cross the street to check the mail

See some geese up on the hill

Now that's where I'd like to go

As I approach they fly away

They honk in their escape

Do an arc across the sky

Land somewhere else nearby

I don't really wanna go

So I go home

Do the dishes like I'm programmed

Play piano and sing a tune

Wish I could play Clair de Lune

Oh that's where I'd like to go

Maybe soon

You will walk into the room

And I'll fall out of this dream

Into places you have seen

Into places of our own