Maybe it's two years feeling lonely,
or I'm juiced from drinking way too much coffee.
But, when the Springtime shows its Joker's face,
I'm less likely to sneer and turn away
Than I was this time last year,
when I had lost all ******* bearing,
while I was swearing at the stars,
aping Oneida's* navigating.
And, now, I'm on the eastern side,
I'm walking slow, it's early morning.
I don't even want a brush,
to paint a blackout on the sun.
Well, I've had a few false starts,
I've made an art of second guessing.
Finally don't need a crutch
to clear the days of all their must.
'Cuz I think I'm aware, now...
that the frost is gonna thaw real fast
and trickle down
into the topsoil 'neath my feet.
Well, maybe we should lay off the whiskey,
or maybe it's two years in this city.
But, when the Winter creeps down 'round our heads,
we should welcome her just like a sneering friend.
'Cuz the other shoe will fall
and we'll be walking halfway barefoot.
Frozen roads'll get gridlocked,
we'll ***** for months that we can't stand it.
For now, I'm drifting through downtown,
I'm striding fast, it's early evening.
Ask a stranger for the time
and wonder what's been on your mind.
And I'm always running late
but make an art of playing catch-up.
I'll catch up with you next week,
we'll kick the pattern off repeat.
'Cuz lately I've been thinking...
that the frost is gonna thaw real fast
and trickle down
into the topsoil 'neath my feet
and green things up!
