Waiting On June

It’s a winter day again.

And it seems like it might last for ages.

I've been watching it for a while,

And the whole thing seems to pass out in stages.

I spent a long winter night

Walking in the cold light of the moon.

I spent another winter morning waiting on june.

In the morning freezing grass and icy creeks

Are so cold you can taste it.

But then the sun comes through the trees

And being lonely just seems like to waste it.

The minutes move so fast and slow,

Like "a ring of fire" on the radio

While an old man is taking soup from a spoon.

If it’s a january morning and I'm waiting on june.

Well it was 1993

And I had myself a whole world to figure out

With a girlfriend on my knee

Though she was nothing in the world to write home about.

Just a sad country pleasure

That was nothing you could measure past the noon.

It leaves a sour taste in your mouth if your waiting on june.

Lonely hearts are old and new

But it’s so hard to try any harder

And wait for one made out of two

Just like the voice of mr. Cash and miss carter.

And then a walk in the park or the stars after dark

Are going to knock me from here to picayune,

If it's a january morning, and I'm waiting on june.