into the cold
staring out the window at the world i'd like to join
wondering why the flakes turn to rain before they hit the ground
i make up my mind to leave, forgetting the ashes i'll be
and just go into the cold, into the cold
i can smell December from a mile away
and before thanksgiving dinner was even set
i threw on my coat and discretion to the wind
and out into the cold; i went, i went