WINTER

words and music by

john greene

 

 

 Today is the last day of summer

Come on sun come and get me one more time

Tomorrow I'll take my boots out walking in the rain

To an empty table in an empty bar room

 

To look for a better time coming is a good way to be

When surviving is something to do

If there's no place left to run to, then you can be free

And part of me is always waiting for you

 

Frosty early morning

Diesel fumes hang in the air

Smoke rising straight into a starlit sky

Steamy windows, log fire bright

 

To look for a better time coming is a good way to be

When surviving is something to do

If there's no place left to run to, then you can be free

And part of me is always waiting for you