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