Winters

I see you running like a bat out of hell

Good Humor Man and his truck

A girl in want of a cool summer taste

I hope this guy has enough

Then you're growing

And I see you slow down

That selfish shrapnel too deep

You take it with you and the Winters are cruel

And now there's nothing to reap

Tell me child

Is it warm where you are

And I'll know peace rests your eyes

If only we could've skirted the dark

A better life could arise

New Jersey highway

And you're driving too fast

The cold in view in your breath

You laugh cuz all of this

Could end in a flash

They'd say we knew we'd not last

When you left

I couldn't laugh for awhile

It seemed to go down with you

But if you're listening

I want you to know

The joy of you comes through

The joy of you always