"Hooray" lyrics

"Hooray"

It's cold and snow's actually on the ground
Of this no-snow town
And instead of cars, the street's traffickin' in sleds
Men become boys again

There's a war on the corner
With no guaranteed winner
It's just a snowfall of snowballs
Evidence of the winter

And I can feel my hands again
We're almost home

It's 2 PM and our snow is falling still
As our good city lay still
And our friends are packed 'round some no-smoking bar
Warmin' on alcohol
We step into the silence
Yeah, we step slowly and quiet

All boys come on and girls join up
Just don't grow old
All boys come on and girls join up
We're almost home

This is all we want
Time to be with us
A home to lift the cold

Still cold, the snow's turning into rain
And melting away
And all these days slip by us
So let's keep them

All boys come on and girls join up
Just don't grow old
All boys come on and girls join up
We're almost home


Thanks to TayP. for adding these lyrics.
Writer(s): Erin Johnson, Cory Murchy, Dave Knudson, Jake Snider, Matthew Bayles
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