Like a million parachutes
The snow's coming down
I lock up the front door
And turn the lights down
In the glow of the street lights,
I see them descend
Like a million parachutes,
Small men on a mission

I miss the warm,
And I miss the sun
And I miss the ocean,
I miss everyone
And I miss the bridges
That span across the bay
Tonight it seems like ages ago

Like a million parachutes
The snow still falls
The dogs are asleep now,
There's no one to call
I put on some records
And wait for the light
All those million parachutes,
Now a blanket of white

I miss the warm,
And I miss the sun
I miss the ocean,
I miss everyone
And I miss the bridges
That span across the bay
But tonight it seems like ages ago

I miss the warm,
And I miss the sun
And I miss the ocean,
I miss everyone
And I miss the bridges
That span across the bay
Tonight it seems like ages ago



Behind the Song:
"I lived in Northern California in the East Bay for most of 2001. When I moved back to Nashville in early 2002 my craving for the Pacific, the Golden Gate, the warmth of the California sun, and the company of friends I had made during my stay became especially intense late one night while the snow was falling outside my window." - Matt Slocum (Sixpence None The Richer)