One glove lying in the snow, where's the other one, will we ever know?Someone's all alone, shiverin' in the coldOn her left hand side, but her right hand's warmWell, her hands are two different temperatures in the middle of the stormHow could this have happened?What, what's a man to do?Step the trudge through the snow and ice for a mile or twoLookin' for one glove, heather gray and blackWhere could it have gone, will I ever get it back?My equilibrium is all out of whackAnd my core temperature is fallin' and fallin' fastAnd my core temperature is fallin' and fallin' fastYes, I could use one of those little hand-warmer thingsBut they never seem to lastHow could this have happened?What's a man to do?Except walk through the wind, whippin' cold, lookin' for youThere was one dirty glove in the middle of the streetIlluminated by the light of Christmas EveGuided by the star that shines down on meWell, I followed that lightTo the end of the roadTill I saw you with one hand in your pocketLookin' halfway coldNow there's two gloves walkin' hand in handWas it Christmas magic? We'll never understandJust one glove on the streetAnd one glove here with meWell, you can't spell glove withoutThe letter GWell, you can't spell glove without the letter GWell, you can't spell glove without the letter G