Subtlety is neither my subconscious’ nor my favorite radio station’s strong point.
December brings with it Jim’s birthday-that-should-have-been, holidays with empty places and spaces, and a host of bittersweet family memories.
A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last . . . .
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls . . . .
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower . . . .
And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass