Here comes the frost that freezes every year
shutter windows hang the Advent calendar
what are you doing on your own with frozen ears
I know we’re changing like the trees in Montpelier
you took a job that put you on the road
for days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow
with static filtering through pay phones in the snow
it drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos
& all our promises come so easy
they fill distances til our next meeting
but you’re always off the phone
long before I’d prefer to be
& I know that we should get some money saved
I’ve felt the kicking growing in me every day
oh we’ll live fat & happy when you get home you will say
but I’d eat beans if you’d just stay
& all our promises are so fleeting
when all I really want is you close to me but you were already out the door
by the time that occurred to me