Under steel gray skies pushing down on you from above
your heart sinks heavy in the walls of your chest
word come over the wires - there would be no change
this year lined up with the last a mirror image

leaning on a shop window
a hiss of breath escaping
you sigh against the wind
it's never gonna happen
you sigh against the wind
it's never gonna happen

burn a pile of paper out behind your house
at least the words have use to give you some warmth
shuffle room to room dragging slippers on the rug
clutching the mug in your hand for some kind of comfort

make your bed and unmake it
let the laundry pile for days
you sigh another time
it's never gonna happen
you sigh another time
it's never gonna happen

some days you're Nero and you're watching Rome burn all around you
some days you're puttin' out the fires
I will make you a promise
it's never gonna happen if you don't let it burn
no it's never gonna happen if you don't let it burn
no it's never gonna happen if it doesn't burn to the ground

under still gray skies that are moving slightly
your heart feels lighter than it has in years
words carry more weight the longer they linger
and this year goes slowly and the words still matter

leaning on a shop window
a hiss of breath escaping
you sigh against the wind
who knows when it will happen
you sigh against the wind
who knows when it will happen'