One winter closer
One degree cooler
To one degree warmer
One winter closer
One more long stride
Until we're no longer hiding
One winter closer
Three seasons more
Until we're two winters close
But we're one winter closer
We're a dozen kisses closer to each other
We're a million cents away from being one
A thousand days away from winter sun
We're impatient, ever waiting
Waiting for the waiting to be done
One winter closer
To being one

For better or worse, down will come
heaven: the wife I have and hold
smooth and warm like a shot of ***
her heart made of pure, solid gold.

Bad hands still get played where I'm from
for better or worse, down will come
for those that would take me for chump
up my sleeve fell the fatal trump.

When the lights go out...that is me
sound suppressing louche stridency
for better or worse, down will come
loose ends a means to zero sum.

Ghosts hide and seek confrontations
not smart enough to know they're dumb
signposts at omega stations
for better or worse, down will come.

Sooner or later, night finds you
taking matters in your own hand
malice aforethought by demand
detach the bone from the sinew.

The red light special feeling blue
sooner or later, night finds you
working ******* track, selling this
customer zipper lip service.

No one cares...sign off to the side
a wishing well puddle of pride
sooner or later, night finds you
hat in hand for a meal or two.

****** wrists wipe away the rue
vestigial seems the mirror
memory blurs the truth clearer...
sooner or later, night finds you.