February, heart of darkness Pit of anguish and despair February is the harvest The rotten fruit of all your prayers Where the snow is grey and slushy It's where the sky is grey and drab It's where my mind is grey and mushy It's where the future is the past And now, we must shovel out Of our hovel house And go back to work February, in the gutter Rotten leaves and empty vines February, in the shutters Close the windows, shut the blinds And the groundhog pokes his head up And sees the shadows all around I can't blame him if he's fed up As he burrows in to Disappear for six more years Till the sun appears another day February, please just leave us I'm sick and tired of the rest I know you're short and all, but Jesus The northern hemisphere's depressed And I'd be dodging cupid's arrows But his aim is never true So I'll just sit and watch the sparrow And I'll imagine that away he flew Off to somewhere new Where the skies are blue And the days are long