Winter Wasteland - Make Do And Mend

The sun is coming up in the Monday sky

And I could toss and turn until these sheets caught fire

It’s an eight-semester game of chance

In this lonely room with these empty hands;

Eight AM is the last thing on my mind

But I, I can count the ways

We let the minutes slip from our hands

In this dorm room dance of days

And I, I think it’s safe to say

That we let the good days get away

Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?

Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?

I’m coming undone thirty-five miles from home

On this winter-campus wasteland all alone

Hum the bars to the saddest songs

Look in the mirror and wonder what went wrong

The handsome kid the pictures show is gone

Now Willimantic’s got her cold teeth in me

Sucking dry the dude I used to be back then

I know the rules;

I set the trap that snared me

I failed the test of time and time again

Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?

Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?

I’m coming undone thirty-five miles from home

On this winter-campus wasteland all alone

And I, I can’t count the ways

That we let the good days get away

Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?

Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?

Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?

Where were your arms when the wind was so cold?

Where were your hands when the time was so hard to hold?

I’m coming undone thirty-five miles from home

On this winter-campus wasteland

On this winter-campus wasteland all alone