Here comes the frost that freezes every year shutter windows hang the Advent calendar what are you doing on your own with frozen ears I know we're changing like the trees in Montpelier you took a job that put you on the road for days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow with static filtering through pay phones in the snow it drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos & all our promises come so easy they fill distances til our next meeting
but you're always off the phone long before I'd prefer to be & I know that we should get some money saved I've felt the kicking growing in me every day oh we'll live fat & happy when you get home you will say but I'd eat beans if you'd just stay & all our promises are so fleeting when all I really want is you close to me but you were already out the door by the time that occurred to me