It’s a winter day again. And it seems like it might last for ages. I've been watching it for a while, And the whole thing seems to pass out in stages. I spent a long winter night Walking in the cold light of the moon. I spent another winter morning waiting on june. In the morning freezing grass and icy creeks Are so cold you can taste it. But then the sun comes through the trees And being lonely just seems like to waste it. The minutes move so fast and slow, Like "a ring of fire" on the radio While an old man is taking soup from a spoon. If it’s a january morning and I'm waiting on june. Well it was 1993 And I had myself a whole world to figure out With a girlfriend on my knee Though she was nothing in the world to write home about. Just a sad country pleasure That was nothing you could measure past the noon. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth if your waiting on june. Lonely hearts are old and new But it’s so hard to try any harder And wait for one made out of two Just like the voice of mr. Cash and miss carter. And then a walk in the park or the stars after dark Are going to knock me from here to picayune, If it's a january morning, and I'm waiting on june.