If I Make It Through This Winter

Fishing for my keys outside of your front door

In the diesel dark slush of a cold November night

The rumble of the wind absorbs every passing sound

But somehow you've got me believing

In a silence that's not born of solitude

But from compassion left just holding its breath

But gravity won't fail to make its presence felt

Or to wage war on unmedicated sleep

Its merciless advance nudges me aside

Into the sharp nape of a snowdrift

But if I...

If I make it through this winter...

If I make it through this winter

I think I'll be okay

The few remaining birds, they leap from leafless trees

To circle right above us, and, you know

Their patterns are so strict, they seem etched into the sky

Oh, you squawking, starving heralds

Of impenetrable darkness all day long...

And of the chemicals that set with every sun

So while drivers skid to stops and take down license plates

Their patience worn and weathered as their skills

My own nerves bend and fray like branches glazed with ice...

Until I see you trudging with me

But if I...

If I make it through this winter...

If I make it through this winter

I think I'll be okay

Last year's robbery, this year's absent friends:

They all linger in the scars on every wall

And there's nothing left to take; I found solace in that

But now I need something worth losing

If I

If I make it through this winter...

If I make it through this winter

I think I'll be okay