"I’ve been watching a slow thaw come around.
I’ve been waiting in the cold and hazy blue.
I’ve been driving alone out to the edge of town.
I’ve been thinking too much of you.
Last snowfall left splinters and some winters never end; neither wane nor wear.
And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend; only warm the air.
It’s that I’m tired of the feeling here. It’s too near to death, it’s too jobless year-round.
It’s not the weather in the city or the highway moan.
Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone.
Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone,
Are made of flesh and bone."
And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend; only warm the air.
It’s that I’m tired of the feeling here. It’s too near to death, it’s too jobless year-round.
It’s not the weather in the city or the highway moan.
Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone.
Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone,
Are made of flesh and bone."
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