You Know What They Call This Time Of Year



Blackberry Winter Always Precedes A Good Spring



But It's Hard To Imagine Sometimes



Anything Ever Melting, Fully Inside







But I Hear Footsteps In The Hall



I Know Too Many People



Who Fill Cabinets With Pills



Who Listen To The News Too Much,



Who Think No One Else Feels



Who Drive Too Fast, Alone At Night



Chasing Long Shadows, Following The Sun







But I Hear Footsteps In The Hall



There's Hope Eternal, Even For The Skeptical



There's Children And Laughter



And Currents Under Frozen Streams







And I Hear Footsteps In The Hall



You Know What They Call This Time Of Month,



This Time Of Life



Even The Moon Has To Be New Sometimes, And



I Feel Like An Empty House,



Too Many Locks, Too Many Walls



But I Hear Footsteps In The Hall