Bus Stop, January 2013

That guitar twang
Driving sleet like pouring rain
I feel that wind in this warm breeze
Thick winter coat, yet still I'd freeze
Hair to my nose, wool under my clothes
I hear the song and still I know
It'll always be some kind of home
Chilled forever in my bones
When nobody feels the way you feel
A blizzard only makes it real
A sea of white and standing silent
Alone and cold and feeling violent
A better man would know the words
Why this recording always hurts
Nights spent in the icy rain
Will painfully but keep you sane
You hear the song again and then
Remember what you learned from them
You feel it stir somewhere within
And you're standing in the cold again