I know your blurry winter roads
Like the back of the hand that is Michigan
But the things they do to me
Is something I will never see
It's something I will never understand
She will be standing there
‘Neath the frozen bluff
The moon's legs will come skating
Down the hill intimidating
And I'll be harmed by what I've farmed in my
Nightmares
Clothes do so very little
When the cold's coming from the heart
Homes are in the middle
Of the years that are departed
In the horror, in the terror, in the helpless
Selfishness I found in me
She will be standing there
‘Neath the frozen bluff
The moon's legs will come skating
Down the hill intimidating
And I'll be harmed by what I've farmed in my
Nightmares