Monday evening sun is shining, stripes of light
Come through the blinds across the floor
Walking down the sidewalk, christmas wreathes are hanging out from the liqour store.
Pretty soon, that old muddy snow out on the way is going
To turn into june, and folks will start thinking about their wedding day.
Those holly leaves on the doorway girl, are just as green at christmas
As they are in june
And it might be a little rough to the touch, but that's the kind of
Loving i want to give to you.
So where do we go when we're feeling like we're leaving all the places
That we miss so much? when we're looking for a summer and a steering
Wheel that's too hot to touch? cover up tight. you've got a winterlight.
There's something about those bare-limbed months that get me thinking about
Promises that i can't forget.
Flowers then are hard to find, the winter limbs like wires behind a busted tv set will
Teach you things about absence and passing away.
The robin sings, but doesn't start until the middle of may.
So where do we go when we're feeling like we're leaving all the places
That we miss so much? when we're looking for a summer and a steering
Wheel that's too hot to touch? cover up tight. we've got a winterlight.
