The air began to sing again
Gimlet eye from on high
Four in the morning
We may as well be ready

That dizzy feeling
Staring up at the pines
A blizzard through the windscreen at night

The minnows silvered through again
Grateful for a map redrawn
A change is coming
We may as well be ready

That dizzy feeling
Staring up at the pines
A blizzard through the windscreen at night

Spinning home to share their news
All the latest from the plain
A balance shifting
Enough to notice

That dizzy feeling
Staring up at the pines
A blizzard through the windscreen at night