Late Winter Song — текст песни (Steve Forbert)

Ev`rybody`s waiting for the sun to shine
Waiting on a springtime day
Waiting on tomorrow to unwrap their minds
Waiting till the sky`s not grey

Ev`rybody`s sitting on a cornflake shelf
Wond`ring what the tea leaves say
I would think it`s crazy, but I`m caught myself
Tryna light my own dark way

I`ll take your hand and we`ll walk back
Down to where the shade trees grew
We know something`s missing
That got lost back there
Back when I could talk to you

Ev`rybody`s tryna keep their heads held high
Standing by the old iron gate
List`ning to the sirens in the wind wail by
Wond`rin` why the postman`s late

Ev`rybody`s tryna make the oil burn slow
Sure to let the pipes drip some
Turnin` down the kettle till the coil don`t glow
Sweepin` up a mealtime crumb

I`ll take your hand and we`ll walk back
Down to where the shade trees grew
We know something`s missing
That got lost back there
Back when I could talk to you

Ev`ry body`s waiting on the moon to fill
Even though it`s hard to see
I can feel it tuggin` on my window sill
Tryna keep a spell on me

Ev`ry night the whistle of the midnight train
Rounds the bend at twelve-o-five
And I`m always won`drin`
If you`ll hear that same
Sound out there on Kidwell Drive

I`ll take your hand and we`ll walk back
Down to where the shade trees grew
We know somethin`s missing
That got lost back there
Back when I could talk to you