(C)In De cem ber drink ing hor cha ta I’d look psy cho tic in a bal a cla va.

(F)Win ter’s cold is too much to (C)han dle.

Pinch er crabs that pinch at your (C)san dals.

Whoa.

Whoa.

(C)In De cem ber, drink ing hor cha ta look down your glass es at that A ran ci a ta.

With (F)lips and teeth to ask how my (C)day went.

Boots and fists to pound on the (C)pave ment.

Here comes a feel ing you thought you’d for got ten.

Chairs to sit and side walks to walk on.

(C)Whoa.

(C)Oh.

(C)You’d re mem ber drink ing hor cha ta, you’d still en joy it with your foot on Ma sa da.

Win ter’s cold is too much (C)to han dle.

Pin cher crabs that pinch at your san dals.

Here comes a feel ing you thought you’d for got ten.

Chairs to sit and side walks to walk on.

Oh, you had it but oh no, you lost it.

Look ing back you should n’t have fought it.

(C)In De cem ber drink ing hor cha ta I’d look psy cho tic in a bal a cla va.

Win ter’s cold is too much to (C)han dle.

Pinch er crabs that pinch at your (C)san dals.

Years go by and hearts start to (C)hard en those palms and firs that grew in your (C)gar den are fall ing down and near ing the (C)rose beds.

The roots are shoot ing up through the (C)tool shed.

Those lips and teeth that asked how my (C)day went are shout ing up through cracks in the (C)pave ment.

Here comes a feel ing you thought you’d for got ten.

Chairs to sit and side walks to walk on.

Oh, you had it but oh no, you lost it.

You un der stood so you should n’t have fought it.

Here comes a feel ing you thought you’d for got ten.

Chairs to sit and side walks to walk on.

Here comes a feel ing you thought you’d for got ten.

Chairs to sit and side walks to walk on.