Plastic Nativity Scenes in the cold grey light of a January Breeze
Who is the thinker behind
every errant thought that ricochets through my mind

Driving with my windows down
To keep myself awake when I'm going through my town
Don't know how much more I can take

I'm on the highway now with fresh snow blanketing the ground
They've got you over a barrel you look for a sign
But there's only sparrows in the sky

A flapping plastic bag clinging to the top of a tree
White flag for the moment but it all will come back green
This spring