Further North

The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pa*s by. Thank god for no phone call. Just snow and a fire. December endings and since you sent me things, I just feel further north. This year took ten years to tell me that I'm alone again. Everything here's about to break. I'm one inch from all that I can take, and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that I have. So tonight, let's stay inside. I'll be the husband with a book for a bride. Tonight, let's stay inside. I could play guitar. I've got so many songs that you never heard, and they weren't about you. I won't change a word just because you're gone. The trees creak with arthritic arms. Brittle in their powdered bark. Blue moon light, I can't cry right, but I miss you tonight. Everything here's about to break. I'm one inch from more than I can take, and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that I have. So tonight, I'll stay inside. There are things that I'd like to try with you, but I stay inside. Tonight, I'll stay inside. I could play guitar.