Inside my central heated home I see the January wind
A false image behind the bright pale blue sky and blazing yellow sun
Wrapped up in my designer scarf and beanie pulled over my frown
I trace the cracks in the pavement, and the lipstick covered fag butts
As the January wind seduces my sore lips
As I stand by the busy road watching the multitude of cars zooming by
Till the emptiness of a second allows my to cross
As I enter the park, I pass by the muddied grass with bike tracks
The dogs following behind their whistling owners
As the January wind carries the children's laughter in the playground
I enter the towns January sales under a January dusky sunset
Bags with big SALE signs bang into my leg
As I whistle pass aided by the January wind
Mingling with the cattle I drift in and out of socialization
My black shades peer out into a shallow darkness
As I seek shelter in a bar from the January wind
I drink away my memories in a Smokey room
Until I stumble out into the January wind
Waking up to February.