She loves the winter
Says it calms her down
Waits by the window
To watch the snow fall lightly
Swirling her coffee round and round
Watching the crowds roll in to town

Dressed up like snowmen children make her laugh
Virgin-white crystals draped on trees politely
Sun in the distance rising slow
Watching the clouds roll in to town

Changing faces
Seasons wasted
On the lonely mile

Ghosts of the summer keep her company
Hot water bottles
Empty shots of whiskey
Sponge Bob pajamas
High on wine
Watching the crowds roll in to town

And she'll stay as long as she needs to
While away the thoughts with the time
Oh why?
Oh why?
Oh why?

Changing faces
Seasons wasted
On the lonely mile
On the lonely mile