On roads cars are traveling,
Out west a blizzard draws near;
With it a white wonderland
That will make cars hard to steer.

The snow is full of tire tracks,
On streets and highways they're seen.
The blizzard as it comes in,
Douses sky with flakes pristine.

Roads have snow five inches high,
Snow tracks, flakes now start to fill;
From the blizzard taking place,
Landing on road, plain, and hill.

Will the side streets get salted,
When the salt trucks get sent out?
Not enough salt is stockpiled
To be put on every route.

When traffic comes to a halt,
The snowflakes white and pristine;
Keep landing on the tire tracks,
Until they no more are seen.