I have this fear
that I spend all winter
on the east coast freezing over
and when the summer comes
I’ll forget how to let go
and that next year
I’’ll be spending February
lost in frozen memory
writing songs you’ll never hear
dreaming about snow
chorus: and maybe I am in over my head
(I said I wouldn’t mind, I said I wouldn’t mind)
maybe I will fly across the country but
there are some things I can’t leave behind
and I have this fear
that I spend all winter
in the city, salting old wounds
and back roads that lead nowhere
except to bad advice
and that next year
I will take the highway
by the ocean toward a love song
with all my windows down
dreaming about ice
chorus
and I have this fear
that I spend all winter
on the east coast freezing over
frosting like old windows
i just can’t see through
and that next year
I’ll be spending February
opaque and solitary
missing cold and wanting snow
dreaming about you
chorus x 2
