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.