Holed Up Mason City

Holed up in Mason City, waiting for the roads to clear
Second day of the blizzard and winter isn’t even here
I’m heading back on I-35, at this point I just wanna make it home alive
holed up in Mason city, the weather isn’t pretty tonight
Holed up in Mason City, waiting for my luck to change
Thought I’d be home already but my plans are being rearranged
First day snow flew down from the sky
now it’s crossing the fields and it’s drifting high
(Sun) lies upon the highway, car is blowing sideways and i
believe I’ll seek some shelter and (faces helter-skelter and white)
I moved over to the (rumbles) dripping, driving with my flashers on
every tenth of a mile slipping ever closer and gone
Iceblue highway, blue sky byway
Iceblue highway, blowing sideways
At the Big Bopper Diner, there’s a bunch of stranded refugees
And nobody’s talking, or looking very eager to please
In a booth i saw Buddy Holly’s ghost
writing to the girl he loved the most,
Holed up in Mason city, the future isn’t ready tonight.
Holing up in Mason City, the future is’t ready tonight.