Everyone is napping so the silence overflows.
I get introspective switching song after song.
Not sure what I’m looking for.
I guess I’ll know when I find it.
Snow is falling outside and I watch it twirl and spin and fall,
behind a foggy window and a mug full of tea.
I’m longing for a piece of home in person form.
Wrap those arms around me
and hold my hand in my deep coat pocket.
I’m hoping and waiting so dearly.