Late Winter Song

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