Winter Nights
Kentucky kids getting high on the highway
En route from a winter trip to Tennessee
One of them could be me
Eleven months back, Ryan's beat-up car
Fled Etobicoke in the month of March
To head back home and shoot the breeze
I spent winter nights with coats on
Snug covered in shed blankets
Waxing weird and wet with wonder
Soaked in smoke and coughing fits
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
In that next year we shivered mornings
Scared stupid at the Dinner Bell buffet
We handled it okay
We were solitary creatures
Ironing out our features
Desperately desperate to stumble through our day
I spent winter nights alone in
My own childhood bunk bed
Fearful floating toward my future
I was careless with abandon
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
As I heave my chest sick spitting
Watching thick white flakes of heaven
I'm wishing histories to fall upon my face
Where are their tireless words of wisdom
Ribs and pokes at all oblivions
We shrug, be free, lift off that worldly weight
I spend winter nights quite lucid
The CN Tower's lights behind me
I feel their presence in a vision
And I hold them all inside me
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
En route from a winter trip to Tennessee
One of them could be me
Eleven months back, Ryan's beat-up car
Fled Etobicoke in the month of March
To head back home and shoot the breeze
I spent winter nights with coats on
Snug covered in shed blankets
Waxing weird and wet with wonder
Soaked in smoke and coughing fits
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
In that next year we shivered mornings
Scared stupid at the Dinner Bell buffet
We handled it okay
We were solitary creatures
Ironing out our features
Desperately desperate to stumble through our day
I spent winter nights alone in
My own childhood bunk bed
Fearful floating toward my future
I was careless with abandon
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
As I heave my chest sick spitting
Watching thick white flakes of heaven
I'm wishing histories to fall upon my face
Where are their tireless words of wisdom
Ribs and pokes at all oblivions
We shrug, be free, lift off that worldly weight
I spend winter nights quite lucid
The CN Tower's lights behind me
I feel their presence in a vision
And I hold them all inside me
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
Will I still dream about these moments
When I'm older like I dream 'bout them today
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Raczycki
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