January's Song

Well the band is back together Braving the northeast A ragtag group of poets Who mean everything to me So go buy a pack of golds And save them for me to come home And my feet are firmly planted On solemn midwest ground And I'm grateful for the motherland I'm grateful for this town But my heart is getting cold So wait for me to come home And I'll try not to linger On everything gone wrong Frostbite on my fingers January's song Well the days are getting shorter And I'm sleeping in past noon And I miss the searing asphalt But there's not much I can do But wait up for the sun And dream of going home And I know I made my bed So I'll lie in it too But it's better than resisting Don't want all hell to break loose So I'll do what must be done No I can't wait to come on home And I'll try not to wonder Why I'm all alone I think I'm going under January's song Oh I miss my sisters And not all family's blood But I'll be back next winter And we'll sing January's song