The Blizzard Lyrics - Clarks

10th Street don't run in a straight line 

We played on the part we couldn't find 

And a musky old man, had a cup in his hand 

He's the unofficial doorman, he helped flag down the cabs 

The snow started light, we thinking about home 

But thinking was by far the closest we'd get, we're alone 

And what I had planned for the next couple days 

Nothing more than a wish, still a phone call away 

So we headed west, an our felt like four 

Till we had to sleep or just couldn't see anymore 

And the man on the corner was probably home, it was late 

And we were stranded on the highway at the Frederick, Super 8 

(Lost on the highway, I ain't never going back no, no, no) 

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10 inches, twelve, fifteen, twenty-four 

Then the cable went out, we just sang songs then got bored 

Tempers were short when the food it got thin 

We walked a half a mile to the buffet, at the Holiday Inn 

Six hours turned to twelve and twelve to forty-eight 

We watched the gypsy's take shelter when they closed the interstate 

We spoke of Civil War, Pulp Fiction, and our escape 

Everything was shut down but for that Frederick, Super 8 

(Don't apologize, just give me my fuckin' sandwich) 

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Lost on the highway on the side of the road 

Kicking your feet up to lighten the load 

There was a contest of manhood and there was no debate 

Oh six lonely, lonely, lonely men at that Frederick, Super 8 

(It rhymes with 'debate' I ain't never going back)