Late Winter Song - Steve Forbert

Ev’rybody’s waiting for the sun to shine

Waiting on a springtime day

Waiting on tomorrow to unwrap their minds

Waiting till the sky’s not grey

Ev’rybody’s sitting on a cornflake shelf

Wond’ring what the tea leaves say

I would think it’s crazy, but I’m caught myself

Tryna light my own dark way

I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk back

Down to where the shade trees grew

We know something’s missing

That got lost back there

Back when I could talk to you

Ev’rybody’s tryna keep their heads held high

Standing by the old iron gate

List’ning to the sirens in the wind wail by

Wond’rin' why the postman’s late

Ev’rybody’s tryna make the oil burn slow

Sure to let the pipes drip some

Turnin' down the kettle till the coil don’t glow

Sweepin' up a mealtime crumb

I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk back

Down to where the shade trees grew

We know something’s missing

That got lost back there

Back when I could talk to you

Ev’ry body’s waiting on the moon to fill

Even though it’s hard to see

I can feel it tuggin' on my window sill

Tryna keep a spell on me

Ev’ry night the whistle of the midnight train

Rounds the bend at twelve-o-five

And I’m always won’drin'

If you’ll hear that same

Sound out there on Kidwell Drive

I’ll take your hand and we’ll walk back

Down to where the shade trees grew

We know somethin’s missing

That got lost back there

Back when I could talk to you