Paroles de Sonnet

Some freezing rain is falling on my shoulder And a winter wind is blowing through each lung. Some things about this weather make me older Some things about it make me feel so young. There's a quarter moon that knows the hours I’m keeping And a glittered highway showing back its light. There's a baby at home in my room that's sleeping And a woman that won't be alone tonight. So let the lads and lad-ettes keep Ibiza And morning walks home, cocktail on their chin. I'll spill my own drink listening to Aretha With my girl and a fireplace in our den If being young is one prolonged farewell I'll find it undiminished somewhere else.