Winter Wasteland

The sun is coming up in the Monday sky
And I could toss and turn until these sheets caught fire
It’s an eight-semester game of chance
In this lonely room with these empty hands;
Eight AM is the last thing on my mind
But I, I can count the ways
We let the minutes slip from our hands
In this dorm room dance of days
And I, I think it’s safe to say
That we let the good days get away
Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?
Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?
I’m coming undone thirty-five miles from home
On this winter-campus wasteland all alone
Hum the bars to the saddest songs
Look in the mirror and wonder what went wrong
The handsome kid the pictures show is gone
Now Willimantic’s got her cold teeth in me
Sucking dry the dude I used to be back then
I know the rules; I set the trap that snared me
I failed the test of time and time again
Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?
Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?
I’m coming undone thirty-five miles from home
On this winter-campus wasteland all alone
And I, I can’t count the ways
That we let the good days get away
Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?
Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?
Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?
Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?
Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?
I’m coming undone thirty-five miles from home
On this winter-campus wasteland
On this winter-campus wasteland all alone