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.
