January's Song

Well the band is back together
Braving the northeast
A ragtag group of poets
Who mean everything to me
So go buy a pack of golds
And save them for me to come home
And my feet are firmly planted
On solemn midwest ground
And I'm grateful for the motherland
I'm grateful for this town
But my heart is getting cold
So wait for me to come home

And I'll try not to linger
On everything gone wrong
Frostbite on my fingers
January's song

Well the days are getting shorter
And I'm sleeping in past noon
And I miss the searing asphalt
But there's not much I can do
But wait up for the sun
And dream of going home
And I know I made my bed
So I'll lie in it too
But it's better than resisting
Don't want all hell to break loose
So I'll do what must be done
No I can't wait to come on home

And I'll try not to wonder
Why I'm all alone
I think I'm going under
January's song

Oh I miss my sisters
And not all family's blood
But I'll be back next winter
And we'll sing January's song



Credits
Writer(s): Mikayla Phillips
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