Snow Plow Testo

Testo Snow Plow

Here I am back again.
And wishing now was then.
And I could right all the wrongs,
instead of writing songs.

It's you I think of now.
And how I push it like a snow plow.
You come racing through my mind.
Was it me or you I left behind?
You gave me love so pure
But no love's for sure.
No love's for sure.