Now it’s gona get cold

Brr it’s mighty cold 

The mercury bowl is full and alone.
Frost heaves the rocks up threw the soil.

The salt and the sand isent enough for the roads.
As the ditches full of cars pulled up in a humble abode.

The snow dosent fall 
Cause the clouds clenched up like ball.
Refusing to let go

At noon the sun refuses to pierce 
The invisible dark void
That smothers the land 
With its fridges hands.

When all seems a lost
It couldent get worse
Then the sun begins to set  
And the Inuit fret
Cuz they know 

...Now ..
..Its gona get cold