Been reading through boxes of letters
And these early words made us seem
Like we couldn’t wait for the winter
To sweep through these dusty streets
Buckle up and hunker down
If we breathe deep we might not drown
We always knew these days would come
A little rain never hurt anyone
I’m slipping...
It’s getting cold tonight
And I can’t see a fire in sight.
If this river breaks it’s banks
And carries me into the storm
I’ll ride on the back of it’s waves
Till it takes me somewhere warm.

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