Further North

The road tonight is cold with ice and no cars pass by.

Thank god for no phone call.

Just snow and a fire.

December endings and since you sent me things, I just feel further north.

This year took ten years to tell me that I'm alone again.

Everything here's about to break.

I'm one inch from all that I can take,

and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that I have.

So tonight, let's stay inside.

I'll be the husband with a book for a bride.

Tonight, let's stay inside.

I could play guitar.

I've got so many songs that you never heard,

and they weren't about you.

I won't change a word just because you're gone.

The trees creak with arthritic arms.

Brittle in their powdered bark.

Blue moon light, I can't cry right, but I miss you tonight.

Everything here's about to break.

I'm one inch from more than I can take,

and it's beautiful and sad, but it's all that I have.

So tonight, I'll stay inside.

There are things that I'd like to try with you, but I stay inside.

Tonight, I'll stay inside.

I could play guitar.