I'm laying here looking out the window so I can watch the snow fall.
Curled up in sheets and blankets,
With a heater running on high.

The day has already come and gone,
And it's waving good-bye from the end of the road.
I smile and wave right back,
Waiting for the moon to illuminate the canvas of all my yesterday's.

I have no expectations that Mother Nature will take away my troubles,
Along with the cold sting of frost bitten air when the seasons start to change,

I only hope
That she grants me the will
to toil and conquer a future yesterday.