Snowmobile

oh little snowmobile
leaving your tracks
don't go getting bogged down
when you're driving off the path
driving off the path

no we weren't ready for winter to come
when you leave the only certain trail
all of the signs of life
leave their details
the fox will pee right in the snow
and that's how you know that he's been there

oh little snowmobile
ducking by the pine
you better keep your compass near
to point you in a line
point you in a line

because when it's so cold
and the stars at night
shine unfettered by the city's haze
you point with your mitten hand
to the milky way
the torn feathers of a partridge
who was lost in thought
when the coyote came

oh little snowmobile
mixing oil and gas
i don't know what the ratio is
and it feels too late to ask

oh little snowmobile
the spring is coming soon
oh little snowmobile
the spring is coming