is it right to fall asleep with your head so low snow falls softly on the white house out on farmers road fire s stoked the house is warm and children wipe their nose what you came for what you wanted wasn t what you saw is it right to leave the light on when there s no one home read your paper drink your coffee mornings are so slow snow is falling with a fervor out on farmers road on the white house that you called home that was once your own you let it get you you let it tear your heart away ohhh hoooh hooooooo 