Warm Days In the Middle of December
I run on the worn pavement
And it's warm
So warm it feels like balmy spring
Not the middle of December
It makes wonder
How the fuel in the car
So hot
Can make our world burning up
Those plane flights to those wonderful places
Are the poison that fills the air
A girl who
You want to be with
Likes to hurt other people
For fun
December is sure
A strange month
And all the wonderful paradoxes
Won't let me get out of my damn head
About it all