I Love This Light In Winter Time, those Frost Cakes In The Carpet in Winter Time I Have No Legs just Stumps Of Meat Below Me no Falls Snowfalls Could Ruin My Day it's Masked Up From The Street Wire and Winter's Glow Where Could She Be she's Warmin' In My My Pocket just A Calm And Modern Day in Early, Early Morning rush To Her, And Rush To Him, am I A Better Person even In The Whole Take On the Loss Is Better Said i Pulled The Boy Out Of A Box she Made That Boy A Man