Sweet January

it's three in the morning and you've left the party
With another young lady on your arm
And all my tomorrows have died in my stories
And heaven has lost all its charm

Oh I'm not gonna sing about love anymore
And I'm finished with dreams of the heart
Ah, gentle December in old California
Has taken its toll from the start

Whoa-whoa-oh lovin' is fine
For the lucky, the blessed, and the wise
Oh-whoa but this love of mine
Has only put tears in my eyes

My heart is a dancer on little brown feet
Your eyes are the music she hears
Your love is the answer to all of my dreams
And your shoulder to all of my tears

And all of the songs that I wrote for your birthday
Like babies abandoned, they lie
And sweet January is pullin' and tuggin'
My life down the streets in your eyes

Whoa-whoa-oh lovin' is fine
For the lucky, the blessed, and the wise
Oh-whoa but this love of mine
Has only put tears in my eyes