well its snowin again and what can I say
its been another one of them nowhere days
and oh Id like to blame it all on the weather
theres an old black cat out in the snow
black cat he dont know where to go
and I cant say Im doing any better
and the popcorn man across the street
hes standing there watching his popcorn freeze
and all his shiny candy apples cracking
but hes not like me no he dont complain
he just keeps at it in the snow and rain
stampin his feet by his rickety painted wagon
dont you know my friend Stephen
that the blues without a name
theyre the worst of all
Ive looked for reasons and theres either
a thousand or theres none at all
hey will you be there if I call
now I know theres a lesson in the popcorn man
with his turned-up collar and his raw red hands
but somehow it doesnt offer much consolation
well if only life was like the radio
then me and the black cat out in the snow
wed waste no time tuning in to some other station
oh are you listening to me Stephen
can I come and stay with you until winters end
I know well never be lovers
like we were back then again
but right now Id settle for a good friend
well its snowin again and what can I say
its been another one of them nowhere days
and still I couldnt tell you what it is Im lacking
(all I know is) once upon the sunshine shone
but now the popcorn days are gone
and all those candy apple dreams are cracking
thinking bout Stephen and the black cat
and the popcorn man and me
