Winter My Way (8/2018)

Organ playin’ in the background,
Runnin’ down black and white
Like fingers singing on a crosswalk.

Annie’s swingin’ on a playground.
Workin’ all day and night,
Bike fingers stinging on a stopped clock.

I’m always right on time.
I’m always almost late.
My people wait for me,
They’ve always seen my fate.
Bring your winter my way.

How are these dreams happening?
I think I’m just a guy.
I don’t know how I’m doing this.
Sometimes, I talk to the sky.
So much certain and so many questions.

I’ve always had so many questions.

The way, I swear, she can stop sound.
These smiles don’t lie.
I know she rescued this sound.
So much certain and so many questions,
So sometimes I talk to the sky.

Bring your winter my way.