In December, drinking horchata I’d look psychotic in a balaclava Winter’s cold is 2 much 2 handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
In December, drinking horchata Look down your glasses at that Aranciata With lips and teeth to ask how my day went Boots and fists to pound on the pavement
Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
You’d remember drinking horchata You’d still enjoy it with your foot on Masada
Winter’s cold is 2 much 2 handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh you had it but oh no you lost it Looking back you shouldn’t have fought it
In December, drinking horchata I’d look psychotic in a balaclava
But winter’s cold is 2 much 2 handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals Years go by and hearts start to harden Those palms and firs that grew in your garden Are falling down and nearing the rosebeds The roots are shooting up through the tool shed Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement
Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh you had it but oh no you lost it You understood so you shouldn’t have fought it