God it’s been such a long time a comin’ to this,
lettin’ it all just distill.
‘n I’m lookin’ forward to them winter months just peakin’ over horizon,
them Illinois polar vortex shinanegans,
them cold days eatin’ at what was the tails of summer.
can’t wait for them frigid mornin’s spent wrapped in more blankets than can be counted by a hundred well paid folks with benefits.
the kind of days spent with hot cocoa ‘n the pages of some back of the closet book.
all the summer’s been the run,
‘n the winter ain’t gonna be better,
just colder,
just colder.
‘n them flood waters that rage so strong ‘n spring, ‘n summer,
they freeze in great crackin’ snaps,
’til them Mississippi catfish ice-skate like school-children on snow-days.
‘n there ain’t no flow, no drownin’ in the ice.
just low-hung mist ‘n cold-cold feet,
plenty a’ time to focus on the gettin’ done,
just to get back to the warm.
just to get back to the warm.
’cause it’s been a long, long time, love,
since you ‘n I been eye to eye,
like i ‘n I ‘n all the inbetween.
‘n in the while I got no clues as to who,
love,
just the hopes.
like it ain’t the self-named sun-god,
headin’ southwest for all her winters.
like it ain’t the blonde blue eyed waiter,
his ears startin’ to learn the “no”.
like it ain’t the old fanned flamed dream,
what with her half-way decent long downriver,
like it ain’t the red-head pucker mouth,
with that game with rules written only inside her eyelids,
like it ain’t the mother of two,
sweet as the dream of that could be.
like, like it ain’t any of the hopes,
ain’t any of the know.
it’s been a long time, love,
since we been eye to eye with i ‘n I.
but I’ve got the gots ‘n prepped the prep,
‘n in the ice of winter,
what a what it’d be,
love, I’m just hopin’ you’re cravin’ the soil,
‘n sun, ‘n the river like I.
them California roses are bloomin’ in winter,
‘n why, love, why can’t we?
been a long time in the comin’
‘n I don’t grudge you the while yet,
but it’s a long cold winter they’re tellin’.
