Late Winter Song Lyrics - Singles - Steve Forbert

Ev'rybody's waiting for the sun to shine 

Waiting on a springtime day 

Waiting on tomorrow to unwrap their minds 

Waiting till the sky's not grey 

Ev'rybody's sitting on a cornflake shelf 

Wond'ring what the tea leaves say 

I would think it's crazy, but I'm caught myself 

Tryna light my own dark way 

I'll take your hand and we'll walk back 

Down to where the shade trees grew 

We know something's missing 

That got lost back there 

Back when I could talk to you 

Ev'rybody's tryna keep their heads held high 

Standing by the old iron gate 

List'ning to the sirens in the wind wail by 

Wond'rin' why the postman's late 

Ev'rybody's tryna make the oil burn slow 

Sure to let the pipes drip some 

Turnin' down the kettle till the coil don't glow 

Sweepin' up a mealtime crumb 

I'll take your hand and we'll walk back 

Down to where the shade trees grew 

We know something's missing 

That got lost back there 

Back when I could talk to you 

Ev'ry body's waiting on the moon to fill 

Even though it's hard to see 

I can feel it tuggin' on my window sill 

Tryna keep a spell on me 

Ev'ry night the whistle of the midnight train 

Rounds the bend at twelve-o-five 

And I'm always won'drin' 

If you'll hear that same 

Sound out there on Kidwell Drive 

I'll take your hand and we'll walk back 

Down to where the shade trees grew 

We know somethin's missing 

That got lost back there 

Back when I could talk to you