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On New Year's Eve last December, I was out on tour playing a show at the Fire in Philadelphia while you were all alone at home (the only body occupying our lonely apartment) I watched the TV through the window from outside the bar and counted down the seconds to the new year with you over the phone But I couldn't kiss you at midnight I couldn't hold you in my arms The sound of your voice was weighted, like the way a branch heavy with snow bows down before it breaks Is this still worth putting our lives on hold for?