Do you know where the winter has gone?
Down memory lane at the end of the block
At the bottom of the hill where you can’t see it no more
Where the lonely folks roam
Where the lonely folks roam
Do you know where the traffic has gone?
When the smoke clears up you just don’t know
At the bottom of the hill where you can’t hear it no more
Where the lonely folks roam
Where the lonely folks roam
Where the lonely folks roam
Where the lonely folks roam
There’s lots of love
There’s lots of love
There’s lots of love
There’s lots of love
To go around