I’m a little too lost to follow,
I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.
I know I’m going nowhere fast.
But, at least I’m going somewhere. At last.

I’ll get there, I’ll catch a ride.

Why do I wait for winter?
Waiting leads to thinking.
Thinking, I go crazy and winter doesn’t come here.
Winter never shows its face.

Thoughts from Chicago fading away.
I’ll catch up with you another day.
Flooding memories. Who gives you more?
Soon you’ll know you’re knocking on the wrong door.

You’ll get there if I have to give you a ride.
When there’s no more waiting for winter.
Why do I wait on winter?
Why do I wait at all?

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