I watch you sweat through lines of ice
Keeping you set, clean and nice,
On your knifely edged path.
I see you more than words can know;
I hear you plow through yards of snow
Piling up on the neighbor’s lawn,
So when you trudge back to that cod
You call a car
To drive so very far
Down these silly roads,
I find myself feeling
Like something fell away
But I don’t regret a thing.