Snow Day - Lisa Loeb

It’s a bad day

It’s a train ride

It’s a bad day

You’re my medicine

It’s a snow day

It’s a full moon

It’s a snow day

When’d you get down to my bones?

Where’ll I find that wishing stone?

The beads, the records

All the calls, and the drinks alone

First by mind, then by music

You’ll make this all less confusing

It’s a slow dive down

A fast distraction

A strange fall forward

My lame reaction

It’s a bad day

It’s a long ride

It’s a bad day

You’re my medicine

It’s a sinking feeling

Pulls me through the seat of chairs

When will you come rescue me

Find solace, and then take me there?

You say, «You're not too tired for this life

And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice

You’re not too tired for this life

And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.»

When’d you get down to my bones?

Where’ll i find that wishing stone?

The beads, the records

All the calls, and the drinks alone

It’s a bad day

Two miles to go

It’s a bad day

You’re my medicine

You say, «You're not too tired for this life

And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice

You’re not too tired for this life

And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.»

You’re my medicine

You’re my medicine

You’re my medicine

You’re my medicine

It’s a long ride