Dead by February

I've stopped listening to the blood in my ears
The frost left with winter and and out thawed my fears
Snow left him homeless, not without home
He'd dreamt we'd see those lights, he left alone
Living on empty, waitin' while dope hits
It's better than any eight hour shift
Philly held wonders, we'd hope to see
Makin dimes in the gutter, sellin' souls, living free

And if we're off a train, when springtime rolls round
I'll be skipping bail, I'll be gone out of town

I try not to think, if I'm doing you wrong
Will these scribbles of songs help you along
These lyrics are crossed out, my writing's barely sane
Empties, spare change and quiet nights aren't the same
I refuse to live different, there's no gods, no masters
He learned to laugh in spite of life's disasters
In vagrant stride, carry our soot-covered pride
They'd never take you alive! So that's why you left

If we're not on a train when spring comes around
I'll be skipping bail I'll be gone out of town

I know I'm still guilty, I've left you before
Made many a mistake, my fate lies in store
I still resent the fact that you didn't lie
The walls were comin' down but you had more time
We coulda jumped that freight, been back by June
But you passed me by on the highway to ruin
The smoke's startin' to clear, my coffee is running thin
Let's dance in the misery, joy of grief ain't a sin.

If we're not on a train when spring comes around
I'll be skipping bail I'll be gone