New Unionville Tomorrow's snow steals the moisture out of this evening's mouth Morning comes I'll be headings outh out of town when the crews clear the blizzard Broken breath is the least of it, the piece of death in the cabinet It wasn't much to feast a little more before the reign of disinterest I lie although it's all been told Drive me home on redneck roads Tomorrow I will leave the land of Christ Don't raise your voice with me miss lady I have no choice but to leave the state And I'd rather hope this leaves you hating geography instead of me 5am New Unionville A frozen stem on the windowsill Minds of men are true until the dawn claims another dead century All of them can go to hell In the airport Raddison hotel I woke up Christmas morning and I fell into the snowbanks of memory I lie although it's all been told Drive me home on redneck roads Tomorrow I will leave the land of Christ Don't raise your voice with me miss lady I have no choice but to leave the state And I'd rather hope this leaves you hating geography Well I lie although it's all been told Drive me home on redneck roads Tomorrow I will leave the land of Christ Don't raise your voice with me miss lady I have no choice but to leave the state And I'd rather hope this leaves you hating circumstance and the errors we made I will not be afraid There is nothing left to say A new person far away Find the keys to my car right where they fell And I promise to write when I get well