On a morning cold as ice
Drank the poison at my bedside
All the darkness left behind and
Calling out to the sunrise
The colors fade, the shadows lie
Set in stone, watch others die
A mind left wandering, will it find
Others who survived?
Dragged through glass a thousand miles
A trail of blood on a road to exile
The dead turn away to mystery, I’ll
Wander on with a smile
And now, Punxsutawney, we turn our lonesome eyes to you.