Eighty Eight

From the Album: All the Things I Meant to Be (1992)
Memories of winter are dragged in the hallway
A trial of salt and the slag melting snow
And she said, "all my life I have loved you the same
Watch where you're walking you're dragging that shit in again."
Memories of winter are still in the stairwell
A slick step and the spill of a harsh word
"All my life I have loved you the same
Mop up that water before the damn neighbors complain."
In a warm room like a hothouse that stifles
The house sends up thin smoke
The walls are too close in here
Look out the window the air's clear for miles
Gazing at open I can't hear for all the snow
Memories of winter are blasted down alleys
On winds of a hundred and ten
She said to me,"All my life I have loved you the same
Please close the window you're letting the heat out again."
In a warm room like a hothouse that stifles
The house sends up thin smoke
The walls are too close in here
Look out the window the air's clear for miles
Gazing at open I can't hear for all the snow