Lost In February

You wander down a Phoenix street
Stumbling on your aching feet
The street lights swinging, blinking red
You're battered by the howling wind
Each icy gust, it stings your skin
And in submission you hang your head

And you tell yourself its only temporary
That you'll catch the next flight out of the ordinary
The ordinary

The lobby smells a little too sweet
You wait in line for a place to sleep
Your baggage tries to weigh you down
You wear a smile, but its strained
Not quite sincere and hard to maintain
But it remains there even now

And from where you stand, you can't find sanctuary
Once again, you're lost in February

I have an obligation for each hour I'm awake
But all I've ever earned can fit inside this suitcase
No matter this flight takes off, I land in the same place
Stranded nowhere, late for something somewhere else
And if I lie awake, I hear the tolling bell
But if it tolls for me, I can only blame myself

And you tell yourself its only temporary
(You wear a smile but it's strained)
That you'll catch the next flight out of the ordinary
(Not quite sincere and hard to maintain)
From where you stand, you can't find sanctuary
(There's no one else to blame)
Once again, you're lost in February