| Here comes the frost that freezes every year |
| shutter windows hang the Advent calendar |
| what are you doing on your own with frozen ears |
| I know we’re changing like the trees in Montpelier |
| you took a job that put you on the road |
| for days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow |
| with static filtering through pay phones in the snow |
| it drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos |
| & all our promises come so easy |
| they fill distances til our next meeting |
| but you’re always off the phone |
| long before I’d prefer to be |
| & I know that we should get some money saved |
| I’ve felt the kicking growing in me every day |
| oh we’ll live fat & happy when you get home you will say |
| but I’d eat beans if you’d just stay |
| & all our promises are so fleeting |
| when all I really want is you close to me but you were already out the door |
| by the time that occurred to me |