jets to brazil/further north

the road tonight is cold with ice
and no cars pass by
thank god for no phone call
just snow and a fire
december endings and since you send me things
i just feel further north
this year took ten years to tell me that i’m alone again
everything here’s about to break
i’m one inch from more than i can take
and it’s beautiful and sad
but it’s all that i have
so tonight let’s stay inside
i’ll be the husband with a book for a bride
tonight let’s stay inside
i could play guitar
i’ve got so many songs that you’ve never heard
and they weren’t about you
and i wont change a word
just because you’re gone
the trees creak with their arthritic arms
riddled in their powdered bark
blue moonlight i can’t cry right
but i miss you tonight
everything heres about to break
i’m one inch from more than i can take
and it’s beautiful and sad
but it’s all that i have
so tonight i’ll stay inside
there are things better i’d like to try with you
but i stay inside
tonight i stay inside
i could play guitar