Let's count the days until winter comes our way. We're all tired and ready to breathe. And there's a rumor that. . There's a bitter cold chill in the air..
And I've been thinking 'bout it all that time. Going over in my head. And it's all useless. Well, it's been years since I've seen home. There'll be plenty time when I'm dead.
This is me calling you out for all these built up superstitions. They haunt me now and then for just a little light down here. . Well, I would run, I would cross a thousand seas.