Up in The Black Hills
I am an intensive outpatient
Without scripts, without pills
November was so cold comin' down
And i'm all alone
Watchin' the snow fall on the pines
The smell of the stoves
Burnin' wood makes me miss better times
And i'm readin' The Overcoat again
And i feel like a clerk
May be better but more likely it's worse
Nothing seems to work
Semis from the mill
Are rollin' by with freshly-cut pine
They don't stop for black ice
They're leavin' the lights of this mill town behind
And it's New Year's Eve
There's nothing to do, there's nowhere to go
So i get a pass from my counselor
To go walk in the snow
May be goin' in circles again
But it's hard to say
'Cause my tracks keep fillin' up with snow
And they fade away