Black Ice - El Capitan

1989 and we’re skating to school

In the not-so-pleasant weather

Think January in your home town

Where Ye Olde Sierra Belle

Would bake for less when the temperature fell

Sugar, glazed, and maple bars

Were half-price when the ice formed upon the ground

So you better take that turn, at speed, like a man

You can’t fault the fall line for taking charge

Black tar, fair weather friend

Still you better take that hill, at speed, like a man

Water seals my unsteady eyes

And you’re blinded by the air in your eyes on the way

Down

I№m thinking 'bout Monday morning, and how I’m gonna wake

Up then

There’s a low pressure system building

The last night it couldn’t keep the heat in So it’s one push, two push, three push, four, and on down

The mountain

One push, two push, three push, four

Ye Olde Sierra Belle, I’m comin' home