Tanya Stephens Follow

Here comes the frost that freezes every year
Shuttered windows hang the advent calendar
What are you doing on your own this frozen year
I know you're changing like the trees in Montpelier

You took the job that put you on the road
For days and weeks in motels, sleepy TV glow
With static filtering through payphones in the snow
It drowns you at home by Christmases and love-you-so's

And all our promises come so easy
They fill the distances til our next meeting
But you're always off the phone long before I'd prefer to be

Down northern weeks she gets some money saved
I felt the kicking groan that pinned me every day
I will look fat and happy when you get home you will say
But I didn't mean to future stay

But all our promises come so freely
When all I really want is you close to me
But you were already out the door by the time it occurred to me

Here comes the frost that freezes every year