Here comes the frost that freezes every year Shutter windows hang the Advent calendar. What are you doing on your own with frozen ears I know we're changing like the trees in Montpelier You took a job that put you on the road For days & weeks in motels' sleepy TV glow With static filtering through pay phones in the snow It drowns your home by Christmases & love you sos & All our promises come so easy They fill distances til our next meeting But you're always off the phone Long before I'd prefer to be & I know that we should get some money saved I've felt the kicking growing in me every day Oh we'll live fat & happy when you get home you will say But I'd eat beans if you'd just stay & All our promises are so fleeting When all I really want is you close to me But you were already out the door By the time that occurred to me