Night sky
Sitting, waiting at a red light
No one else is in my view
Guess there's nothing better to do
Rum cake puff pastry
Read the hot takes
Fluff that sells the paper
When there's nothing better to do
New winter tires on a city car in the country
Long bitter nights with the heater on
Making money to pay the rent on time
That's all I gotta do
Big steps
Climb the ladder
Up to new friends
Old ones held it steady
Until there was something better to do
Windmills on the pale horizon
A creeping little chill that crawls over my skin
And I try to brush it off again
New splintered plans
I thought by now I'd feel more ready
Cold morning headaches from the tension that I carry with me
Everywhere I go
I'm just trying to make it easy
To pay the rent on time
That's all I gotta do
First snow at sunrise
I can't believe I'm still awake to see it
My bed is waiting with the heater on beside it, calling
"Come back to me
You deserve to take it easy
You paid the rent on time"
Yeah, that's all I gotta do