Wintertime
Chris Stamey
Our hopes are fallen down
Like the newest snow
On the hardest ground
Our dreams are mixed up
Like the brightest leaves
On the barest trees
And it's wintertime
And the days grow short
Once we would ride the waves
Across the beach
Into the shade
How far did we believe
That only sky would end that sea?
And it's wintertime
And the days grow short
The ashtray hits the floor
You wonder what the fire was for
I hold you from the cold
You tell me a story you already told
And it's wintertime
And the days grow short
Now it's wintertime
And the days grow short