Gold In January

Boxes on the floor Staring at the stars on the ceiling On the back porch It's a different kind of freezing out there Find the thread of light, and it just might lead you to Spring Sunset on the moor I'll be there this year From another shore I can barely hear them over there All the voices in my head call it unfair They only thought they were being helpful--it's a snare I'll find the thread of light, and it just might lead me to Spring I'll hold onto the hope that there's some gold in January Frost on windowpanes The seasons change Your flowers lay in the trash My thoughts want to run away From everything I go inside the moment it rains I'll find the thread of light, and it just might lead me to Spring I'll hold onto the hope that there's some gold in January.