finish me, oh grey daze of early winter
howling winds heard only by my ears
dampness drove through my tattered cloak
when will i find shelter
when will i find relief
or will winters dark cohort reel me in
taking me to the abyss
where late novembers give way to sightless decembers
and love for life are but words on a page
and burned in a meager flame for a second of warmth
finish me, oh grey daze of winter
cold is the torrents of rain
my spot on a dirty slab of pavement is slowly freezing
as I huddle soaked in rain that is almost snow
distant cars on a christmas freeway
whiz by, for their day is near
and i know my day is near
finish me, oh grey daze of winter