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