A conversation in the dark
The sound of falling snow
You're too tired to fuel the spark

And I'm sick of the cold
In January


A distant whisper in my ear
The taste of season's change
You're so close you disappear

My silence resonates
In January


Break away Break away
Don't be afraid
Oh, to change


A slender hand confides in mine
My muse abandons home

Glazed concrete precedes slick tires
We hasten the approach
Of January


Well I'm desperate for the winter
So I'm kicking at the trunk

of an Autumn tree
Watch the delicate leaves
Plummet to my feet

And pray the days concede

Withering and writhed

Is a pale depleting plight
Upon the ground