Here it is halfway through winter
And I have yet to find
A way to your heart before
The snow piles up so high against the door
That I cannot get out from myself.
Yet the sun shines
Through the window, through my eyes,
Through my mind, through to you
Yet not your heart
Which escapes in the shadows never
To find my door and dig me out.
this winter half empty
And I can’t wait for spring, the filling
Where the only shadows are those I cast,
The only heart I can’t find, God’s,
But first I must drink up the winter
And find myself in good Canadian whiskey
And the warmth of a well insulated house
That keeps me from you.