Track 7 of the album Borrowed Time · 2017
Hot Chocolate and a Dead Heater
“We sang along to the heater in Fargo because we had nothing else. It's the cosiest disaster we ever wrote.”
folk rock · cosy folk · playful americana · 3:39
Lyrics
The heater died outside of Fargo Right about the stroke of ten Four of us in a hundred-dollar van Counting breath-clouds, saying when Drummer's wearing both his sweaters Bassist's got a sleeping bag We pooled our change for a thermos And a gas station paper bag And somebody's laughing And somebody's humming low Hot chocolate and a dead heater We're warmer than we've ever been Shoulder to shoulder in the dark With the frost on the windowpane Pass the cup, pass the song It won't be long till morning's on Hot chocolate and a dead heater And I wouldn't trade this van for anything Frost is drawing ferns on the windshield Harmonica's too cold to play So we hum it through our scarves instead Every verse we know by heart today Someone tells a stupid story And we laugh until we cry Funny how the coldest night Can be the warmest we'll survive And somebody's laughing And somebody's humming low Hot chocolate and a dead heater We're warmer than we've ever been Shoulder to shoulder in the dark With the frost on the windowpane Pass the cup, pass the song It won't be long till morning's on Hot chocolate and a dead heater And I wouldn't trade this van for anything Someday there'll be a tour bus Heated seats and catered meals But I'll remember this one How the whole cold night just feels Like a fire in a circle of four Like a home with no front door Hot chocolate and a dead heater We're warmer than we've ever been Shoulder to shoulder in the dark With the sun just coming in Pass the cup, pass the song Morning's here, we held on Hot chocolate and a dead heater And I wouldn't trade this van for anything Pass the cup, pass the song Morning's here, we held on