Winter Prayers

Well it's cold, and you're bored

From counting the smart cars on 94

When you dream you're back home

But the lakeside won't trust you to walk alone

Hollow trees, talk of hand[?]

All the neckties are toasting with empty cans

And you know why she's gone

Clothes in the river, drifting on

Slide down south

When once in a while your confidence leaves you

Like smoke falls out her red mouth

Well she left you the holes

The tracks in the back yard, December snow

But those sad souvenirs

They end at the fenceline, and they disappear

Why you'd follow her there?

Milwaukee's a deaf ear for winter prayers

There's no night, there's no day

With only hope in your pocket, and hell to pay

Slide down south

When once in a while your confidence leaves you

Like smoke falls out her red mouth