In front of the Union Station on a cold December day,
were us sitting.

Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along

We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips
and it was only 40F degree.

You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs
quietly eating

Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me

Winter in Washington, D.C.
Oh it was never too cold for me

Because I had you
Sharing chips with me.