I've been a bad case Well, I am an intensive out-patient Without scripts without pills November was so cold coming down And I, well I'm all alone Watching the snow fall on the pines And the smell, the smell of the stoves Burning wood makes me miss better times And I'm reading The Overcoat again And I feel just like a clerk Maybe better but more likely it's worse Nothing seems to work. Semi's from the mill Are rolling by with freshly cut pine They don't stop for black ice Leaving the lights in this mill town behind And it's New Years Eve And there's nothing to do and there's no where to go So i get a pa** from my counsellor To go walk in the snow Maybe I'm going in circles again But it's hard to say Cause my tracks keep on filling up with snow And they fade away