The End of Dewitt Finley - Cotton Mather

Baby it’s clear

There’s no search party near

And I’ll die if I strike out on my own

Might not ever get home

I’m living on Tums Snowmelt and Gum

In a storm of the switch pack left the road

So I wrote you this note

I’m the boy who dreams of summer

In the unrelenting snow

Like a little lost crow

Tonight when we touch I melted too much

For i’m locked in an ancient glacier cold

Get this car on the road

I’m the boy who dreams of summer

In the unforgiving snow

Call me back girl use this number here it’s twenty-six below

I got a mind to break the

Sell my future down across the street

But my hands are getting cold