To a Poet
You said 'don't give me nothin'You don't wanna lose'I said 'darlin' I'd give you everythingI got, If I want, I'm to chose'
Then I got on a plane and flewFar a way from youThough unwillingly I leftAnd it was so, so hard to do
The streets here at homeHave rapidly filled upwith the whitest of snowAnd they don't make no excuse for themselvesAnd there's no need, I know
Now I miss you more than I can takeAnd I will surely breakAnd every mornin' that I wake upGod, it's the sameBut there's nothin' more to itI just get through itOh, there's nothin' more to itI just get through it
It always takes me by surpriseHow dark it gets this time of yearAnd how apparent it all becomesThat you're not close, not even near
No matter how many timesI tell myself I have to be sincereI have a hard time standin' upAnd facin' those fears
But Frank put it best when he said'You can't plan on the heart'Those words keep me on my feetWhen I think I might just fall apart
Now I miss you more than I can takeAnd I will surely breakAnd every morning that I wakeGod, it's the sameThere's nothing more to it,I just get through itOh, there's nothing more to itI just get through itOh, there's nothing more to itI just get through it
And so I ask where are you nowJust when I needed youI won't ask againBecause I know there's nothing we can doNot now, darling, you know it's true