I took the rain and made a shelter out of snowflakes and ground
And the mineral deposits from the middle of your bank downtown
God knows want to punch/transact like al Qaeda did
Just like al Qaeda did
God knows I'd like to dig you out, but the shovel's hid
The massive shovel's hid
It's buried under drifts and the depression of a province kid

You get behind that wall at Birch Point, and in the boats, man
You get behind that line at the stadium with tickets for the big band
You get behind that line at the Maine Mall, the gutters and the grandstands
You're gonna make that squall
With a shutter-click the city kills the snowland