Man Climbs Out of the Winter

Man Climbs Out of the Winter

I number the years

I wallow in water

I number the hours

I wait in the sun

I number the roads

I tread in silence

And all of these numbers

Will blend into one

I number the flowers

At the foot of the mountain

I number the mountains

I never did climb

I number the days

I get up in the morning

All of these numbers

Are numbers of mine

You climb inside your favorite record

I climb inside your favorite dress

I love to watch you walk around the room

You like to watch me sit around

And bitch

But the sun's burnin' up our window

Beggin' us to to come outside

Maybe tonight

I don't know

But maybe tonight

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