Things have changed since you moved up north Since autumn came these rusty shadows never fill me up with warmth And I can’t hold on to all these pictures that you painted for me You wrote the book on how to dream I think it took a hole in my heart to know exactly what that means And I can hope but it could never seem to build this home up for me Days are getting colder But so am I This weight held on your shoulders Just stay up high I hung your brushstrokes on my wall I probably didn’t say enough, if I even spoke at all About the way, I could hear your voice inside the colors on the page And I could write about you all the time I probably sound like broken records playing through your head at night And if I do, just pull the needle off so I won’t get this through to you Days are getting colder But so am I This weight held on your shoulders Just stay up high